LOGIN“Are you going to arrest me?” I asked, my heart pounding. “Should I arrest you?” Detective Lowinsky said. His voice was cool and dry.He’d always been very sympathetic before, but back then I was the victim.Not the perpetrator. I gulped and looked at him anxiously.He relented. “No, I’m not going to arrest you. Not right now, anyway. However, I would like you to follow me to headquarters so I can get your statement.” He slapped the roof of my car and addressed my watcher, “Move ‘em out, Nelson.”“Sir yessir,” the patrolman replied. “Smartass,” Lowinsky muttered.I caravaned down to the station, sandwiched between police cars.My palms were sweaty on the steering wheel, and I wondered how the children were doing. Where was Derek bringing them? Could Savannah babysit? Did she have plans? She never had plans anymore. I was getting really worried about her. Having a job was helping, but she seemed to be withdrawing further and further into herself…I took a deep breath and forcibly s
I sat on the side of the road, trying to pull myself together. The truck driver had blocked the lane with traffic cones and was directing people around the accident. What a nice, competent man he was.And I’d turned him into a killer. I shivered in the sunlight, and glanced at my car again to make sure the kids were okay. Emma waved at me. She didn’t seem too upset, but it could be hard to tell with children. Maybe I should go join them. It must be scary for a child, being alone after that traumatic experience. God alone knew how Ethan was feeling. On the other hand, when the cops came I didn’t want to look like I was trying to flee the scene. What kind of crime had I just committed? I’d killed a man. It was probably involuntary manslaughter or something, at least. There was nothing else for it. I needed help.I took out my phone and called Derek. “Hello?” He sounded subdued and cautious. Kind of reserved. Sad, even.Not at all the temper tantrum I’d been expecting. He couldn’t
“Mom! Mom, guess what?!” Emma raced across the parking lot, her backpack bouncing and her cheeks pink with excitement. Ethan walked a few steps behind her, his hands buried deep in his jacket pocket. He was growing like a weed. I’d have to buy him new clothes soon. He was still a reserved and introverted little boy, but there was a new confidence in the way he moved that warmed my heart.“Slow down, sweetie.” I laughed, crouching down to hug my daughter before catching Ethan’s eye and giving him a big smile. “How were rehearsals?”“Amazing!” She did a little dance of joy, twirling in the parking lot. “And Isabella was there too! She got her costume today,” she signed.“That’s wonderful!” I said. Ethan caught up with us and I touched his shoulder. “And how’s our budding prop master? I heard they loved your Ghost of Christmas Future so much they’re having you design all the ghosts’ costumes.”Ethan ducked his head, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah. I’m helping p
I looked up at Victor’s face. His eyes were dark and full of a pain that mirrored my own. Michael’s death had hurt him terribly. It wasn’t just the death of the son he’d loved. The loss of the family he’d dreamed about ever since he was a little boy and his father had abandoned him and his mother. He’d built his identity on being smart and tough and able to protect himself and his people. Now that bedrock was gone and he was flailing, frantically trying to fix it.I reached up and touched the muscle twitching at the corner of his mouth. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.He closed his eyes. Our shared grief closed the last remaining distance between us. I didn’t think. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. He let out a low growl and crushed me against him with a ferocity that squeezed the air out of my lungs. His mouth pressed against mine with a desperate hunger. His hands slid from my shoulders to my waist, pressing me against the wall. I pulled him closer,
Still sobbing, I ran for my cottage, Victor yelling behind me. I made it through my front door just seconds ahead of him, slamming it behind me and locking it. The image of Claire and Victor still hung in front of my eyes, like it was burned into my retinas. My tears didn’t blur it at all.“Savannah, open the damned door!” Victor’s fist slammed against the heavy oak. “Don’t do this! It’s not what you think!” “Go to hell!” I screamed. I pulled down my largest suitcase and started throwing clothes into it, just shoving in the first things that came to hand. I didn’t care if they got wrinkled. I just wanted to get out as soon as I could.Leave my sister and my boyfriend to their romantic bliss. How could Claire do this to me? After everything we’d been through! I’d taken a kick meant for her, and it had cost me my son, my future, and my mental health. I’d bled out onto a cold concrete floor to keep her safe, and this was how she repaid me? By taking the only man I’d ever truly loved
I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes. “Derek’s been driving himself crazy, wondering who you are,” I told Victor. “He’s sooo jealous.” Claire rolled her eyes. “He followed us to the prison the last time we went to see Adrian.” I started laughing again. “I didn’t know he’d gone that far.” “So that’s who that was,” Victor said. “What I want to know is how he knew we were going. Does he have people on you or something?” He looked at Claire.She shrugged. “They’d have to be really good. I haven’t seen anybody, and I pay attention nowadays. Plus I’m pretty sure Ethan would spot them right off.”“Oh, it’s simpler than that,” I said. “He put a backdoor in your security system.”“He did what?!” Claire snarled. I looked at her respectfully. I didn’t know if she realized it, but she’d moved into a fight-ready stance. Weight balanced, knees slightly bent, hands at waist level. Her eyes blazed with fury. She looked completely different from the sweet little mouse Derek had married al
I stood under the hot lights of the stage, the Steps to Freedom logo projected fifty feet tall behind me. My wrist itched where my jacket rubbed against it. The jacket was expensive and uncomfortable, but Laura said it made me look wise and authoritative when she helped me pick it out.The audience
“Mister Arden.” Detective Lowinsky looked tired and depressed as usual. I’d expected him to look happier. After all, he’d caught the bad guy. “Please, call me Derek,” I said. “So did he tell you who hired him?”“Unfortunately not.” He beckoned me to follow and led me down a hallway. “You know,
Savannah’s stare was a challenge, and there was a time I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from responding. I’d matured since then. It was so freeing to realize that all I had to do was stop playing her games. They were all rigged. And they weren’t any fun.Adrian clasped my hand gently, calm
I looked up and saw my sister staring at me, eyes goggling and mouth open like a goldfish.Shit. This was the last thing I needed. Victor was speaking in a low voice, his tone perfectly controlled, like it always was when he wanted me to listen. Even in a public place his effect on me was undeniab







