Mag-log inHis volume grew and spittle rained with each phrase he spat."As it is, I’m not allowing you to make any more decisions.” Crimson moved upward filling his saggy neck like a cloth-absorbing dye and creeping onward toward his cheeks and ears.“Alton, calm down. Bryce didn’t mean…” Though Suzanna's wor
“Uncle Alt—”A heavy hand landed upon my shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”I turned, perspiration dotting my skin as my shoulder shuddered with Alton’s touch. Fighting the urge to flinch away, I nodded toward the lawn at the few people standing below and answered, “To talk to the guests o
AlexandriaPatrick’s eyes met mine before he looked at his watch. It was his silent plea, and he was right. I needed to leave; however, since Bryce had left Alton’s den, he hadn’t left my side. With each glass of champagne or tumbler of whiskey, his enthusiasm for our marriage grew.“I’m happy,” Mil
I shook my head. “I don’t know. Patrick didn’t know. Only that Charli had a plan.”Trust me. Her words came back as I once again paced, my shoes becoming covered by a fine layer of red dust. Trust—I’d asked that same thing of Charli many times. Now it was my turn. I fucking hated the wait. It was he
NoxMy shoes pounded the Georgia clay. Back and forth I paced, watching my phone: the time, Charli’s app, and Oren’s texts. The sky was dark, barely a sliver of moon lighting the expanse from the woods to the manor.“Are you sure she can find the way?” I asked Isaac.“It’s not difficult. You can see
“No. You’re also not a doctor. If I don’t have a gurney in less than three minutes, you’ll no longer be a night nurse at Magnolia Woods. ”If I hadn’t known that Deloris was watching his every move through the Magnolia Woods security feed, I may have been concerned. I wasn’t. My attention was focuse
AlexandriaJane and I slipped into the back of the manor, forgoing the front door. Just before making my way up to my room, I remembered Chelsea.I worked my way to her room, avoiding the first floor. After all, it was a madhouse. There were people everywhere, arranging flowers, setting up buffets,
“Don’t you deserve hope?” he asked. “No. I don’t. I don’t deserve any of this. But Alexandria does.”“She’s still in high school.”“Yes, she has so much ahead of her.”“And so should you.”My eyes closed. It was my nightmare, the one I’d been dreading. “Oren,” I took a deep breath. Securing the she
“Ma’am, the doctor isn’t scheduled to be here until later this afternoon.”I pulled a chair beside Momma’s bed. “Not a problem. I’ll wait.”Once we were alone, Jane leaned close. “Child, I can stay.”“We can both stay.”“What about the party?”“The guests don’t arrive until six. I’ll be back by then
Adelaide“Mrs. Fitzgerald.”My eyelids were so heavy, so incredibly thick. Yet I knew the voice. I concentrated on opening them. Slowly at first, I allowed just a slit of light. It was there, the world beyond my closed eyes. I blinked once and then twice.Light blue walls. White trim. Monitors and b







