The Unbreakable Spirit of Sarah

er. But it was all she had left of her. She remembered a rare, fleeting moment, years ago, before Lily. Mark had given her a watch for her birthday. It wasn't expensive by his stan

ulling his strings, even then. The watch was long gone, sold to pay for a doctor's visit when her PP

ced. "I'm so sorry, Sarah," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I never should have agreed

had resented the deal for years. But seeing him now, so broke

iece of paper with a name and a London address. "Arthur Harrison. An old friend, from before... before everyt

unexpected, filled h

soothing Tiffany. He called Sarah' s old number. Disconnected. He called her father' s apartment. No answer. He drove to David' s place.

usekeeper, met Mark at the Hamilton mansion. She wasn'

?" Mark aske

risingly firm. "Mrs. Hamilton asked me to deliver them. Sh

pers, then at Maria.

ia' s gaze was steady, accusato

an't resign.

for others." Her eyes flickered with a pain he didn't understand. "What y

beginning to gnaw at him. He crumpled the papers, his face contorting in a self-centered rage. How dare she? After