Her Buried Truth

' s voice whispered from t

cket falling from his numb f

, filling the dead

rugged you, Marcus. S

ed, a hand t

wore my veil. Sh

remembered confusion, a s

voice went on, laced with old pain. "My pain. Bu

ruly looked at her. She

id. "My 'sensitive nature.' They wanted to marry m

s face turning red. M

ed. "You declared your love for me. You gave

ar: Eliza' s face, shining with ho

even gave me the Covenant Medallion. Y

rding cl

le

ket, then at Abigail, th

a mask of d

im. "Did you protect her?" she asked