wear were completely exposed to the freezing autumn wind. Gasps broke o

to cover herself, her heel caught in the sagging hem of the

reaching down to help his bride, he stepped back, his eyes

ulling off their shawls and suit jackets from

ographers ignored the ban and slammed their shutters,

wed the last sip of her black coffee. Her fingers brushed against the small, hard object she'd insti

engagement ring Cory had given her two years ago,

k. As she passed a cast-iron storm drain on the curb, s

with a sharp metallic clink, disap

and gave the driver the address of a privat

y of antiseptic. Across the desk sat Dr. Emelia Webster, a composed woman i

lips into a thin line. "Your optic nerve regeneration is better than expected, Keira. But yo

nded my husband's wedding to another woman-no, more accurately, the man I thought was

d someone else today? That absolute bastard-not only did he cheat on you, he forged a marriage certificate. He's utterly disgusting!" Sh

trust fund to pay for my treatment. I won't let my eye

gaze flickered. She quickly looked down, busying he

al serum was complicated," Emelia said, her

eyes narrowing. "Complicated how? Didn't

ical ethics prohibit me from disclosing donor details.

s. Too tired to press further, she leaned back again

ked to the corner of the office and pulled an encrypted

found out about Goodwin's affair and her vision is

elia deleted the thread and looked back

scraper in Midtown Manhattan, a custom black ph

-blue veins showing beneath the pale skin picked up the

r twice against the polished wood, the corner of

k, his voice low and harsh. "Get the moto

e Plaza Hotel in Philadelphia, Cory stood with his arms c

d it against the wall, shattering glass everywhere. "Someone sabot

voice tight. "Enough! Haven't we been humiliated enough

hurried inside, breathless and holding up a clear plas

ed, placing the bag on the vanity. "They saw her drop this into a storm dr