INICIAR SESIÓNDahlia Sebastian’s car disappears past the bend in the gravel road, dust rising behind it in a slow cloud that takes its time settling. I turn back toward the barn, cheek still stinging from where I’d wiped the dirt smudge off his face, and try to ignore the hollow ache in my chest. River and Si
Dahlia She’s about fifteen feet away when I notice her, standing at the edge of the gravel like she hasn’t decided if she wants to step any further in. Her heels are already a lost cause, mud climbing up the sides, but she doesn’t look down at them once. Arabella Montclair doesn’t belong here. No
Dahlia I find him behind the barn where the ground dips slightly, out of view from the main path, sitting on an overturned crate. One hand is braced against his thigh. “What happened?” I ask, slowing as I reach him. He looks up, and for a split second I see something flash across his face before
“Hey,” she called, spotting me immediately. “You look like you just won the lottery.” “Close,” I said, holding up the envelope as they walked over. “Permits got approved.” “Finally,” Kai muttered, hands sliding into his pockets. “I was starting to think they lost your file.” “They almost did,” I
Dahlia I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by the sudden change in Sebastian. People can pretend for a day. They can put on a performance, play a part, prove a point and walk away when it no longer suits them. But this was the third day. And he was still here. It didn’t make sense but I’m
He cut the thought off before it could finish. Her name was Amelia. Amelia Maisie Thayer. She’d died five years ago in a car accident that had taken her and almost taken their daughter too. Maisie had survived with a few scars and Weston had survived with a daughter who looked just like her mother







