The Chef, The CEO, and The Second Chance
away. The funeral was scheduled for the weekend, the same wee
n't mentioned the surrogacy again, and we were circling each other
e. But a small, stupid part of me still felt a sense of duty. I h
I w
there, of course, clinging to Nicole's arm like a drowning man. He was putting on a masterclass performance, his face a mask of tragic
muring comforting words, her entire focus on him. I
woman named Eleanor, pul
red-rimmed but clear. "I n
n aback. "
, a long time ago, that she loved you more than she thought she was capable of l
knife. It was all so pathetic. A love that was too scary to act on? A duty tha
mmered against the roof, and the sky turned
le announced, not looking at me.
uring to the downpour outside.
eady guiding a sobbing Ryan towards th
funeral home in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a thunderstorm. I watc
ds, cold and unforgiving. By the time I finally found a train station an hour late