His Faked Death, Her Real Grief

ion for the shellf

ugh, Ethan. Concerned for y

o a smile that didn

nful, logica

bting my own s

eborn, yet acting this way

dn't l

sing from the table. "He needs his med

thout a bac

sat on the table, a monumen

of an allergic reaction making

ked after the car accident had felt like

nurses had shown b

' s roof, I was a

from her care, met

st Hayes mansion, the one furthest f

y, I called

divorce proceed

ow to atone, but how could I re

was what we

herous part of me whispe

should j

s very public about his rec

ots, now featured sun-drenched photos of him in Amelia'

est medicine." or "Feeling strong

erfectly crafted

o it

past devotion were a const

y funding a research grant that saved my fat

nonymously, neve

my head when I had a raging fever, her brow furrowed with genuine

aunted Julian, who poisoned me

orce papers, the ones that stated mutual

was best to get it qu

es corporate headquarters, a plac

light streaming through the floor-to

erched on the edge

free sound I hadn' t heard in this

nt on Julian' s cheek with her t

a gut

come home late, stressed from work,

so vivid, it

red my

d up, Amelia' s

curiosity, tinged with something th

r voice coolly professio

Divorce agreement. I just need you

t it for a second, then sig

tion. No

dle the rest. There's a mandatory cooling-off period in thi

ciency w

oke again, her voice carryin

transaction that yielded poor returns. Conside

the large space, eac

me, a smirk pla

ling, perhaps we should invite Ethan to the gallery opening

at Julian, t

mething unreada

ou will attend, Ethan. As

invitation. I

't about an amicable parting.