iego was suppose

etheart, Liam. We lived in a beautiful house in La Jolla, a testament to how far we' d come. But I wa

ed being the son of a revered Marine General. It was a legacy he wore like a designer suit. My ow

a. She was from a poor town in West Virginia, and Liam

started on

it to find her in my kitche

h false sweetness. "You just had all these in a jumb

nks, Brenda, but I kne

n't you worry. I'll get thi

ur later and saw the

eat," he boomed. "See, Chlo

talk to him

h. She criticized the b

his tablet. "She's just an old-fashioned country

n't just old-fashion

ply existing. "Oh, Liam, you

nice, having a hobby that pays." My

ry. "Brenda, my work is

. "Oh, my. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just a

d and pulled

elings. Can't you see she's just tryi

ting my p

ve. She's from a differen

en Liam and me. I retreated to my home office, the one plac

g, Liam came to

not fight. Brenda's going to be leaving after Memoria

cker of hope. "Rea

l then? For my sake?" He gave me a charmin

elieve him. "Okay, Lia

on his shoulder, I felt a deep, unsettling coldness. I