The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears

cut through Abigail's secondhand ja

watching the city move like a current she hadn't been invited into. Men in tailored suits. Women in sharp trench coats.

racticing her smil

ouse in rural Ohio. A smile that said: I'm not asking for much. Just a cha

nto the pickup zone. The tires made

enger do

been corrected his entire life until good posture became indistinguis

her. She had only ever se

She took a breath, pulled up her p

t for a fraction of a second - on her washed-o

e in his

Her foot froze mid-step. The smile she had sp

gentleman's expression. He closed the distance between them in long, unhu

ome h

," Abigail

ropped in still water. Hank's eyes darkened. He reached out, his immacula

low

of skin against skin - and Hank yanked his hand back as if she had burned

didn't

to the driver without looking at her again. The uniformed man stepped forward with a blank face, took

ar door. He extended a hand -

then the blast of the climate control system. Her stomach turned with a sharp, diso

far side of the

door slam

senger door and got in. The tall le

m the speakers. Abigail stared at the skyscrapers blurring past the ti

e asked, directing the wor

n the rearview mirro

ne. Just b

. It was a door bei

freezing hands into her jacket pockets an

Hank typed on his phone an

wed the car whole, Abigail had quietly, carefully folded up her