Troubled Heart
“Jacob Ray isn’t rich. He isn’t powerful in the way Stacey wanted. But he’s a good man. A better one than she ever gave him credit for.”
I swallowed hard, my throat burning. My fingers twitched at my sides, restless with the need to do something—to confront Stacey, to call Reese, to dig until I had every missing detail. But I had nothing. No way to act. Just this truth. This ugly, twisted truth.
I exhaled sharply, my hands tightening into fists before I forced them open. “She lied,” I murmured, more to myself than Lilac. “About everything.”
Lilac didn’t respond, but she didn’t have to. I looked at the album in her lap, the worn pages and old photographs that held real memories. Memories Stac
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