g on Amelia' s face, too

of it, a phantom chill against her skin as

black, a tide of dec

than Bishop, the golden boy of Ho

st a thief in

project, her passion, her fa

w Ethan hel

t were smoother than his usual cha

g. These old properties, they' re

ither did the faint, unfamiliar per

t at Bishop Oil & Gas, all teeth and amb

house, Ethan' s idea, suddenly felt less like

y so. "Just us, Amy. Like old

t, had a tremor she couldn't p

les from shore, a furi

h the sail, his face pale. The nex

nging wildly, Ethan' s shou

at capsizing, the world

, the small sailboat

yes wide, not with concern for her, b

e' d screamed, point

d, another wave c

urther away, his expression unreadable. He w

something near the wreckage, b

ying to right the boa

the current was a relentless enemy, dragging he

ette against the raging sky, before

the coast, coughing up saltwat

eyes like the deep sea, had found her. He' d se

t offered her dry clothes, hot cof

to piece together who

, a cut above her

ought her an

nt page. "Tragic Loss at Sea: Architect

grief, was quoted extensively. "She was distres

lie was a p

photo, a hand on his arm, of

s "being supported by clos

spread through her, col

fury. A pure, di

. The siphoned funds, the affair, the sudden t

anted her money. He want

urs," Silas said, his voice raspy, han

ll looking somber, but Savi was now firml

"unwavering support dur

ightened on the

the one he kept for "emergenc

retired judge, sharp as a tack, and the only person

ered, her voice raw.

. Then, Caroline' s voice, steel and love

cions, the accident, E

away with this, darling. But

d fury solidifying into a plan.

survival. This w

Bishop, the loving wife. That

lawing her way ou

h of his betrayal, the true na

s likely performing his ro

accepting condolences, perhaps ev

next move, consolidating his access to

e was mourning a woman who was very muc