s drifted upstairs, and I could already picture Emily' s excited squeal. It
ehammer. This wasn' t just a morning; i
lness as "faking it." They wanted their perfect weekend. They waited too long. Peanuts. An all
al. Again. How could fate be this cruel, this twisted, giving me this tormenting dé
cond chance. Emily would live. And as for Mark and Chloe? They would learn that a mother' s fury, born from uni