I did not wait for the driver. As soon as my wounds were bandaged, I caught an overnight flight home.At 2:00 am, I dragged my luggage back to the home Gideon and I had shared since our wedding.The fingerprint lock would not accept my print. Gideon had deleted it.I had bought this house before we were married, and I had paid for the renovations too. Now, I could not even get into my own home.It was not until building management let me in that I saw the living room piled high with baby supplies.My study had been turned into a nursery. On the pale blue wall hung three letters, G, A, and B, for Gideon, Amanda, and Baby. It looked like the room of a happy little family of three.My books, my trophies, and the photo album my grandmother had left me had all been stuffed into cardboard boxes and tossed into the storage room.I opened the album.When I was 16, Amanda hugged me and said, "Hazel, we're going to be sisters for life."Her parents divorced that year, and she had nowher
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