ssive historical renovation project on Beacon Hill, a project that required all of my focus and skill. It felt

a city councilman when I saw them walk in. Ethan and Sabrina. She was clinging to his arm, wearing a dress that was too tight and

ith another group. But it was no use. Sabrina made

he gushed, her voice sickeningly sweet. "I

re glass of red wine splashing down the front o

the stain. Then she looked up at me, her eyes

s wrong with you, Jocelyn?" he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "Can' t y

id curiosity. They were watching the drama unfold, another

hat Jocelyn was gone. A new clarity, cold and sharp, settled over me. I looked at Ethan' s cont

I slapped her across the face. The sound was like a gunshot in

into real ones of shock and pain. Eth

voice clear and steady.

ile that held no warmth. "I wis

feel every eye in the room on me, but for the firs