Mag-log inI looked up at Victor’s face. His eyes were dark and full of a pain that mirrored my own. Michael’s death had hurt him terribly. It wasn’t just the death of the son he’d loved. The loss of the family he’d dreamed about ever since he was a little boy and his father had abandoned him and his mother. He’d built his identity on being smart and tough and able to protect himself and his people. Now that bedrock was gone and he was flailing, frantically trying to fix it.I reached up and touched the muscle twitching at the corner of his mouth. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.He closed his eyes. Our shared grief closed the last remaining distance between us. I didn’t think. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. He let out a low growl and crushed me against him with a ferocity that squeezed the air out of my lungs. His mouth pressed against mine with a desperate hunger. His hands slid from my shoulders to my waist, pressing me against the wall. I pulled him closer,
Still sobbing, I ran for my cottage, Victor yelling behind me. I made it through my front door just seconds ahead of him, slamming it behind me and locking it. The image of Claire and Victor still hung in front of my eyes, like it was burned into my retinas. My tears didn’t blur it at all.“Savannah, open the damned door!” Victor’s fist slammed against the heavy oak. “Don’t do this! It’s not what you think!” “Go to hell!” I screamed. I pulled down my largest suitcase and started throwing clothes into it, just shoving in the first things that came to hand. I didn’t care if they got wrinkled. I just wanted to get out as soon as I could.Leave my sister and my boyfriend to their romantic bliss. How could Claire do this to me? After everything we’d been through! I’d taken a kick meant for her, and it had cost me my son, my future, and my mental health. I’d bled out onto a cold concrete floor to keep her safe, and this was how she repaid me? By taking the only man I’d ever truly loved
I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes. “Derek’s been driving himself crazy, wondering who you are,” I told Victor. “He’s sooo jealous.” Claire rolled her eyes. “He followed us to the prison the last time we went to see Adrian.” I started laughing again. “I didn’t know he’d gone that far.” “So that’s who that was,” Victor said. “What I want to know is how he knew we were going. Does he have people on you or something?” He looked at Claire.She shrugged. “They’d have to be really good. I haven’t seen anybody, and I pay attention nowadays. Plus I’m pretty sure Ethan would spot them right off.”“Oh, it’s simpler than that,” I said. “He put a backdoor in your security system.”“He did what?!” Claire snarled. I looked at her respectfully. I didn’t know if she realized it, but she’d moved into a fight-ready stance. Weight balanced, knees slightly bent, hands at waist level. Her eyes blazed with fury. She looked completely different from the sweet little mouse Derek had married al
I opened my front door to the rain splattering down on Bernard’s head. He was standing there, water dripping down his face, holding a bunch of sunflowers in his hand. There was something indefinably defeated about him. The Bernard I knew would be carrying an umbrella, or at least singing in the rain. Now he was standing there flatfooted, waiting for me to ask him in.It didn’t seem to make a difference to him. Rain or sun would be met with the same apathetic blankness.“Bernard, come in! Jeez, it’s good to see you.” I hugged him. “Oh God, you’re soaked! Let me get you a towel. It’s turning cold, too.” He was dripping on the floor. Something else Bernard usually cared about. My heart twisted, and I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the kitchen. “Here, sit down,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”I dashed off and came back with a big fluffy towel and one of Derek’s shirts I’d found in my stuff when I moved. Bernard was still standing there. Still holding the flowers. What was wrong
“Hey, Ethan! How you doin’?” She was dressed in head-to-toe black, like if Wednesday Addams was a ninja. If you said that to her she’d think of it as a compliment. She’d always thought of Wednesday Addams as a role model and hero. I was just happy she was over trying to mix poisons from stuff in her fridge. I don’t think they’d kill anyone, but they sure tasted nasty. Yes, she asked me to taste them.Yes, I agreed.“Hi Isabella,” I said. I was working on the costume for the Ghost of Christmas Past, making the horn for the cornucopia. A cornucopia is a horn with food pouring out of it. I don’t know why food would be pouring out of a goat’s horn, but it’s traditional. “What do you think?” I held out the paper-mache horn. I was going to paint it gold when it was finished. Cornucopias are supposed to look fancy and rich. “Lemme see.” I handed it over and she gave it a couple of experimental swings. “It’s not a weapon,” I said. “It’s supposed to symbolize, like, abundance and stuff
I poured out wine for Laura and Ryan and tried to smile. “A toast!” I said. “To love’s young dream!” I downed my entire glass in one convulsive swallow.“Oh, shut up,” Laura said. “What’s wrong with you, anyway? Claire reject you again?” “What? No!” I said. “At least, not more than usual. We go to classes at the gun range together twice a week. Although…” Maybe Laura would know. She and Claire were friends, after all.“She’s been hanging out with this guy,” I said. “Big muscles, dark hair, hazel eyes. Do you know who he is? Like, what’s up between the two of them?”“No, but he sounds hot,” Laura said. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask Bernard to find out. Isn’t that what you normally do? Or you could always ask Claire herself, of course.” She raised an eyebrow and looked at me quizzically. Showoff. “I did ask Bernard!” I said. “And then he…”“Sorry, I didn’t catch that?” “He said no! And then he told me he had his own problems and walked out!” My voice cracked with indignation. Lau
I yanked open the front door. “Savannah,” I said. “Claire.” Her hair was mussed and her eyes were sparkling with rage. In the morning light, she was incandescently beautiful. “What do you want?” I was done being gracious, especially with her.“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she said, moving f
I tugged at my arm, but my harasser had a good strong grip.“Be patient, babe,” he muttered. “Got a nice truck. Crew cab. Plenty of room in the back seat.” He leered at me.I whimpered. For some reason, I couldn’t get it together to scream. Fight back. Anything. I was too groggy and weak. It was al
Emma waved a squishy bunny toy. “Look, Mom!” she said. “Nicholas gave it to me!” She yawned delicately, covering her face with her hand.I smiled at the paramedic and thanked him. He finished packing up and waved goodbye. Ethan showed me and Adrian his squishy fish. The children looked rumpled and
My daughter sat quietly on the couch, watching TV with the sound turned off. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap, and someone who didn’t know her might think she looked peaceful. But I knew better. Her posture was rigid with disappointment she was trying very hard to hide. When Claire was here







