urned to the ground, the door to H

weed suit, her makeup flawless, her expression a perf

ided into the room, placing a bouquet of expensive, fragrant lilie

erformance was flawless, but after Dottie's confession, she could se

iced. "I feel so terrible," she said, her voice catching. "I never shou

ike an apology, but the subtext was clear: the trouble had started with her return, b

simply staring at

ey's lack of response, but it was gone in an insta

really did. But he had to pick me up from the airport, and then there's the wel

and alone in a sterile hospital room. Keely, being whisked from the airport to a lavish party held in her honor, in the

pain, because a small, almost impe

w dripping with condescending pity. "After the divorce is final, I'l

e, a pathetic creature to be disposed of with a ha

e water pitcher and throw it in that perfectly made-up face was so strong it made her tremble. But sh

sed her eyes, shutting Keely out. "I'm tired

e fabric of her expensive suit. She leaned down, her face clos

er voice no longer soft but sharp and cold as ice

declarati

more than see, Keely turned and walked out of the r

ning. This wasn't over. It was just beginning. She was fighting a war on two fronts: against

, crushing loneline

rfaced in her m

ntacts until they found the name she was looking for: Kiya Pena

button. She had to ask for help.