“A Brantley Peterson.” Tears again formed. “Brantley purchased drugs?” “That’s what the connection said.” “That’s what you meant about his trying to kill me? Alton drugged me?” Oren sat back. “Is there more?” I shook my head. “Everything has been fuzzy for weeks. I don’t remember.” I looked up
I shook my head. “No, Oren. I never hated you.” He lowered his chin. “You should.” I lifted my hand, beckoning him closer. As we touched a renewed surge of energy zapped through me. “I didn’t hate you. I hated me. I told you to leave because I didn’t want you to waste your life with me, asking for
The doctor shrugged. “I’m sure she can.” I shifted on the bed. “My mind seems clearer.” “Clearer than…?” I shook my head, recalling the memories of Oren. “I think I was hallucinating or recalling a time long ago, but now things aren’t as fuzzy.” “That’s very good to hear,” she said as she reache
“Ms. Montague?” I turned toward the woman’s voice. Was this heaven, what I’d prayed for? Had God finally granted my wish and changed my name in the process? Tears filled my eyes, spilling over onto my cheeks as both relief and grief swirled through me. If this was heaven, my life was over. I was
Adelaide I blinked my eyes, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings. It was as if each time I opened my eyes, the scene was different. I scanned the room, careful not to move my head, apprehensive of where I was or who was watching. From what I could see, once again I was in a room I d
“Charli…” She pulled my lips to hers, opening hers and encouraging our tongues to glide and tangle. Separating our kiss, she demanded, “Make love to me. You helped wash away the past, now fill me with the future. I’m tired of being trapped in a life I hate. I want our life back.” “You’re not trapp