ex couldn't crack. It was driving him insane-not because he missed me, but because he cou

ard him on the phone i

wrong with her. She's

o low to hear. Then Alex, sub

, my phone rang. *

rd ring, already know

He hit his head." Her voice was a performance, panic stretched thin over ca

le. "What? Where is

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ught-because foster homes had taught me to document everything, because I'd learned that people with powe

grabbed

A setup to make me look unstable? In my world-the world of wedding planners and seating c

ng this wasn't a visit. It was a performance. And I

alked straight past him into

catered to families who didn't want paperwork. I scanned the quiet corridor and saw her immedi

me, grabbing my hands. Her own were cold

were looking past her, down the cor

as standi

losed hospital room door with an expression of d

her from the

a Ros

ood everything. This wasn't a

ap designed t