When Love Turned To A Grave

, my husband, Chris

hose my sist

fell critically ill and desperately needed

rag myself back, but I was no

nswered instead. "My mommy

believe the

port proved th

m. Meanwhile, my soul was tethered to his side, f

pte

Morgan

me away was the day he

hought she was fragile, like a delicate flower

an, believed this m

evere personality disor

self-harm, and he

d her over me-h

eady to give birth at any moment.

leave," he

as barely audible, thick with disbelief. I inst

lle's recovery. She needs peace and

ge, my thriving life. I

s waitin

n. No one knew me there. No one ca

terly he

of a tech empire, had banished

, who was faking mental illne

le, and heavily pregnant.

found me. They broke in during the dea

nity.

by agony, helplessly watchi

ly sick. A life-threateni

nes heavy as they urged Christian to find

ot my face, not my love, no

me, five ye

old landline rang with a

undeniable tone of command. "It's Christian. Get rea

an order, as if I were his

asn't me. I was no longer

voice. My daught

e so tiny it was barely audible,

on bleeding through. "Who is this? W

... Mommy is gone. She w

out?" Christian's voice

him, thought I was hiding. He alway

w to explain death to a man who refused to b

her soft hair and tell her everything would be okay. But my hand phase

to an adult," Ch

ded the receiver to P

arrived. He was a kind old man who had looked

oice was gentle, car

Christian's ton

he local church. You must be Christian M

ostly perception, I could see Christ

n was interferin

e is Elara? Tell her to stop th

ally believed I was deliberately hidin

ne, Christian," Bertram's v

here myself, and she's coming back with me whether she likes it or not." With th

of sleek black sedans kicked up dust

rast to the peeling paint and the rickety porch. He scowled in disgust. T

n, a burly bodyguard,

nnabelle needs a kidney transplant. Tell her I'll pay for

reduced to a mer

d shifted un

ait for the pastor. He mi

kind face was etched with worry. "Christian," he greeted,

e cold and impatient. "Pastor, where

aced with exhaustion. "She

Drop the act, old man. I'm not in the mo

Bertram began, his

arned in a low, dangerous voice. "I came here

ly form

wanted to live. I want

coul