he positive tests seared into her mind. The room was si

armth 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.

A shield against a past that was too dangerous to r

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

d I'm going to take back everything they took from our family. I swear it." She thought of her real name-the name

skin. The soft, pliable shell of Jodi Holden cracked and fell away, revealing th

ked away from the grave, her postur

car purred to a stop in front of Ta

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

ack to face her. The prey thought it was walking into a c