was persistent and cold, turning the dirt

white daisies before a small granite headstone. The ston

st the wet stone. Her voice was cracked, barely audible above the drumming

eeped into her skin, numbing the pain in her sprained ankle

violently in he

ame Chloe Sterling, her steps

the phone buzzed

brier Care Home right now and can

from her face. She hit the green but

hloe?" Hazel's voice

tched, mocking voice came through the speaker. "Fi

or I h

rp and entitled. "The Montgomery family sent their formal marriage proposa

ou were the one boasting about marrying a Montgomery for the last six

ed nobody who doesn't even hold a seat on the board! He spends all his time painting in Europe and doesn't get a single d

them," Hazel said coldly.

Julian's facility. If you aren't standing in the living room in forty minutes, he'll be out on the street

ouch him!" Hazel yelled,

pilling from her eyes. Julian Sterling, her younger brother, was nineteen. He could barely speak five sentences

sed her muddy fingers to the sto

cemetery gate and flag

r, tossing a crumpled twenty-dollar bil

pers squeaking against the windshield. Hazel pulled h

ining the trust fund left for Julian until there was nothing left. For the past four years, Hazel had wo

wrought-iron gates of the Ste

kle, and marched up the stone driveway. She shoved the front door ope

ing two fingers of scotch. Beside him stood Chloe, wearing a

ening as he saw Hazel's disheve

setting his glass on the side table with a