e is

own about Hettie Lindsey, the woman Brady loved, the w

she couldn't compete with a memor

host had retu

voice trembling. "Brady, we

s sound. "Wife? Do you really

en was full of Hettie' s favorite flowers, the ones Karissa was allergic to

here. Not a sing

e last time. "Brady, I have nowhe

rying Brady, whose family the Simons had allegedly ruined. She' d been working late the

," he said, his voice devoid of a

r four years, she had believed they were fa

out another word, the slam of the fro

with the div

sharp pain radiating from her

pills, swallowing a

hispered to the empty room. "Br

he closed her eyes, the darkness in

ade her head spin. And she was allergic to them. Yet, the e

o the hospital. Karissa

ve those damned flowers," Darcy said, h

aid weakly. "He

s about the woman they represented. Brady w

her adoptive brother, the only real family she had left. He had been taken in by t

atest scan resul

ng this," he said, his voice

he asked, her voic

t and let your emotional state deteriorat

c report, her fingers tur

ned slightly. "Where

, the words tasting l

"Busy doing what? Does he have an

tted his harsh tone.

is hair. "We can start palliative c

said, accept

e, the doctor's words echoi

he hallway in a d

toppe

an in a wheelchair. The woman was laughing,

stantly, even after all t

was

voice, clear and triumpha

I'm pr