han
blestones like veins. The house itself looked smaller than I remembered, but the wraparound porch, the creaky front gate, the faint scent of honeysuckle drifting from
ied with the price I offered, and the transfer procedures were completed within two weeks. They handed me the keys with warm smil
l in his tailored charcoal suit, tie loosened just a notch. We hugged each other excitedly-two old friends reunited aft
p into a regional powerhouse, how I had spent the past few years building my own consulting firm abroad. We laughed at old photos
that hovered in the a
rie
able in every way I remembered. He used to brag about her straight A's and protect her from any boy who came too close. I sensed
ice clink against the amber whi
y tone perfectly light-the kind of offhand question you'd ask after a long catch‑up with an old friend, just
nt he heard her name. His grip on his glass
"She's run off to live with some penniless good‑for‑nothing. A guy
ming, so warm and bright; of course I wasn't the only man who had dreamed of her every night for the past
ur drinks, and as we parted outside the bar, Caleb looked me straigh
be with that bastard, I'
serious? I thought you were the type to lock your precio
ere kids. "You're right-I don't want any man near my precious sister. That bastard
d watched this busy man-who had to get back to the office for an evening confer
e would be on another man's arm, and I would smile and shake his hand and pretend it didn't hurt. This was the ending I had long anticipated. I didn't regret coming back for her, even if i
o, I suddenly got
oice came through the speaker, strange and tense, stripped of his usu
meeting with my team. I excused myself, stepped out into
happ
abrielle had been discarded like a piece of outdated furniture-all because her ex‑boyfriend, that Vance character, wanted a richer bride with better con
ve urge I had buried so deep I had almost forgotten it existed. In that moment, I wanted to find this Vance and punch him so
reassuring him-and myself at the same time. "She's strong
w, I knew one thing for certain: I was not going to stay on the si
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