ered wasn't a strong enough word. I was eviscerated. The grief I'd felt, the pain,

ed for my phone. There was o

g, his voice calm, steady. "Sar

t, the words tasting like ash. "Ethan. H

hen David's voice, hard as

abella's supposed illness, Ethan's in

silence stretched a

rage solidifying in the pit of my stomach, pushing aside the pain.

Sarah? This i

er. What choice do I have? Go back to him when his lover dies? Pretend this never happened?" My voice rose,

s what you want, I'll help you. Odyssey Solu

arp, washed over me

leukemia?" David asked

ing to him. That's his justification for all

about that doesn't sit right. In the meantime, you need to play along.

oken fiancée. The thought made me sick, but David was