he positive tests seared into her mind. The room was si
rmth from her body. Then, a strange calm washed over the panic.
gnancy tests, wrapped them in a thick layer of tissue, and buried them at the bottom o
nd poured a glass of water,
minate the pregnancy, quietly, and walk away with her freedom intact. Or she
t did, her other hand moved, as if of its own accord, to rest on her still-fla
rents were ghosts in a pair of faded photographs. This child... this tiny, pop
oice w
decision. To forge it in
the city without a word to anyone. She drove for hours, heading nort
York, nestled among rolling hills and ancient oak tree
Family
mes of ancestors she'd never known, until she reach
eanor Oliver.
shield against a past that was too dangerous to rem
n the silent company of the dead, she finally allowed herself to break. The tears came, a hot, silent torrent for the
told them she was going to be a mother. She told them she wouldn't le
I'm going to take back everything they took from our family. I swear I will." She thought of her real name, the na
skin. The soft, pliable shell of Jodi Holden cracked and fell away, revealing th
ked away from the grave, her postur
-
ar purred to a stop in front of the
smile stepped out. She was dressed in a Chanel s
," she announced to the receptionist. "I
olden for months. She knew her routines, her likes, her dislikes. She knew all of her weaknesses. She w
ve floor. Grant Fletcher was waiting for h
ht this way. Jodi Holden will be bac
cement ha
ecret and a vow, was on
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