Erased, Not Forgotten

iousness, a memory of a heart that could no longer break but could still feel the cracks. I was tethe

House now. She had her own unofficial office

in the Oval Office, staring ou

she asked, wrapping her ar

answer r

e you thinking a

my name was a c

oice flat. "I was thinki

that. You can't still be upset a

I was found in a hotel room with a foreign diplomat, seemingly in a co

said, his voice low and hard. "She

ing with false sympathy. "She was always so reckle

confusion, the diplomat's panicked face when he realized what was happening. It was a set

ession softening. "You're right. Yo

ess, my passion as instability. He only saw what she w

me in with a pile of docu

g about the First Lady. They think it would be good for yo

hem to mind their own business.

the

due respect, she was more than that. She was the architect of your

an snapped. "And I am the Presi

ed me. He couldn't stand the idea that he wa

n. He seemed to be in a strange mood. H

. Augustine Sanatorium in Mont

a strange curiosity, sparked within me

endant's voice came on the

dent, what

Vance," Julian demanded,

her voice trembling. "Her health has declined rapidly. The docto

, his mask slipped. I saw a flash of

e as quickly a

his voice devoid of emotion. "I'll be flying to Montana instea

e could just show up and assess the situation, manage it like an