Too Late Colleen Hoover Audiobook Novels & Stories

she said, her voice catching, "She told me I was like the daughter she never had. However, now that Eleanor's back, I guess it's only right to give it back." "No way." Bruce was quick to grab her hand, stopping her. "That ring looks good on you. You've earned it. I'll get Eleanor another ring, something just as nice." I just stood there, taking in the whole soap opera, feeling like I was trapped in a scene with no exit. I let out a sigh that felt like it reached the sky. Right then, my phone buzzed with a FaceTime call. I took a quick look at who it was and answered.

She should have been back long ago. She must have been delayed on the road. He suppressed his panic: "She probably hasn't returned yet. You stay first." Fiona happily agreed and immediately arranged to move her things in, deliberately asking for his opinion on every item. Couple's toothbrushes, couple's towels, matching bedding... Amelia's traces were erased little by little. Henry ignored all of this. He stood in the living room, repeatedly checking his phone with a furrowed brow, his heart sinking lower and lower.

Who walked upstairs and packed without trembling. She had always been paying attention. She’d just needed to stop apologizing for what she saw. My phone rang. Unknown number. I stared at it a beat, then answered. “Mrs. Sinclair.” The woman’s voice was measured, careful, each word placed like someone who’d learned the high cost of carelessness. Not unkind, just guarded in a way that spoke of years protecting what couldn’t be recovered. “My name is Clara Vaughn. I’m Dominic’s mother.” Everything inside me went still.

Hoover stopped by for half an hour and left. For a while everyone seemed to have forgotten Sophia, who still hadn’t returned, and Candice, who had left the table at mid-meal. No one remembered the missing steward either—where he might be. Until— Nine o’clock. “Miss Hale is gone?” A cry of surprise rang along the corridor. Phoebe clutched the door-frame, alarm tightening her face. She hurried to Charlie’s bedroom and knocked. Jerry opened the door, finger to his lips. “Sorry, madam, the president is in conference. May I help?”

“But you don’t smoke.” Colleen tapped repeatedly on Gray’s forearm pressing down her neck. “What?” asked Gray impassively. “Maybe she wants to say something?” said Edward. Gray studied Colleen’s expression. “If you scream or resist, I’ll gut you with my bare hands,” she said in a menacing tone. Colleen nodded her head. When Gray removed her forearm, Colleen was roughly coughing, touching her neck. “Speak,” said Gray who was still sitting on her stomach. “I---i---i,” stammered Colleen then she coughed again. “I’ll…I’ll tell you…I’ll tell you ev---everything.”