wn the Long Isl

ds of the backseat. She was crying so hard she was dr

ance. He reached over a

roared into the cabin, whipping against Colett

sive, wrought-iron gates of t

riveway and rolled to a stop in fr

ed to push herself up, but h

grabbed her under the armpits and hauled

t. Her bare foot dragged against the rough sto

d butler, pulled open the h

into the center of the

g thud. The impact scraped the skin off her palms

the velvet sofas in the living room. Wh

e marble. She lunged forward and grabbed a fistfu

ac

ve hall. Brenda's palm struck Col

r ears rang violently. A warm drop of

"You murderer!" he screamed, pointing a shaking

't," she sobbed, her words slurring from the pain

he pulled back her pointed leather shoe a

ht ball, clutching her abdomen. Cold sw

shadows of the hallway. Not

y crystal vase filled with freezing water and wilted roses, and hurled the freezing conte

to

y word cut thr

ipping vase hovered

d staircase. His hands were in his pocket

avy vase from her trembling hands, a

ring her here, Ferris? Why did you

didn't even glance down at Colet

ding. She's watching. If she sees me parading this trash around as my beloved n

owly, the rage in their eyes morph

g marble, Colette he

ed into dust. She wasn't even a person to

iliating tears ran down her bruised