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d was call the morgue. I had my father's body moved to a private facility, away from the hospita

my hands shaking so badly I could barely type. It was all there, in black and white. A perfect match. A

er to death months ago. All to secure a heart for the brother of the wo

thouse. The place was teeming with people, the air thick with perfume and the sound o

tal scrubs, my face was pale, my cheek was scratched,

He started towards me, his hand outs

hrew the papers at him. They fluttered to the floor, a st

d at the documents. Hollie rushed to

eigned innocence. "Brennan did this for me! My brother

sympathy. I flung her hand away with such for

ts," I snarled, my voice dripping with contempt. "You begged Brennan for that he

lie, shielding her. "Your father's death was a tragedy, b

for his unborn child. The trans

ppable. The grief and betrayal were a phys

mistook my heartbreak for surrender. "It's okay, ba

nnected from my own body. My eyes scanned the crowd and landed on a familiar fa

light and color. Fireworks. They burst into th

led the sky with fireworks spelling out my initials, E.B., as he asked me to marry h

y!" she squealed, clutching her chest drama

r "atmosphere," suddenly reared up, its eyes wild with pani

arm as I was thrown to the ground. My wrist. My right wrist. My surgical hand. I tried to move my fingers, but the

shing to Hollie's side, holding her close, protecting her. In his other hand

ost earring, the spooked horse. It was all a performance orc

cern. But as his hand reached for mine, I saw the truth

dark as I los