No Second Chance For Love

m at dinner, smiling. Sera holding their daughter, with Wyatt' s arm possessively around them both

ry new image. But after a while, something inside me broke. The pain stopped. It

ables. He was holding my grandfather' s

sneered. "Get on your knees. Beg

he last piece of my family, of my own history. A flicker of something, a desperate

straw of the stable floor. The other hands watched, their faces a

e word tasting like po

on. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, he threw it onto the stone floor and brought his heel dow

ld see were the broken fragment

dding stormed into the stable. Wyatt was already s

ried to harm the baby

back. "You worthless piece of trash," he spat. "You' ll learn to stay away f

She was there, standing at the edge of the crowd. Her face was pale, her hands clenched at her sides. Our eyes met. I saw the conflict in them, the

ice. Her final,

rst lash cut across my back. It was funn

our gently applying aloe to my back, her touch a feather-light caress, whispering that she couldn' t bear to see me in any pain. The memory was so vivid, so real, t

es blurring into a single, overwhelming wave of darkness. My bo