The Heiress Who Rose From The Ashes

lt with everything she had. He was

nerve condition, the one that would steal his

is voice raspy, eyes full of a fear she felt deep in he

housand

Nashville apartment, a sum so v

by, her dreams of making it big as a s

ndie musician, far from his wealthy East Coast fami

Blake sang them. He was getting a little buzz, people were notic

eel a little

y thousan

one thing. Her

not just in money, but in memory. It was all

y on it, his calloused

lling it made her

weak when she suggested it. "I can't

d insisted, tears welling. "What good is a guitar if you

rying his face in her hai

an with cold eyes and a fa

" he said, his vo

case felt impossibly heavy as she handed it over.

's apartment, the envelope of

on his worn cou

oney in his lap. "Here. For the tre

is face. Real, she th

ug. "Lena. My Lena. You saved me

er's guitar used to be a raw, aching void. But