The Price of Control

to cover the underlying odor of sickness. Rain lashed against the window, blurring the city lig

' s words from earlier echoed in my head, a clinical, detached summary of what they had d

nd my best friend, Chloe Davis. They stood on a stage, bathed in the flash of cameras, looking like the perfect power couple. He had not only betrayed me with her, he had stolen the design project I had poured my soul into and handed

ded me of the life he had destroyed. My thoughts drifted to a place I had sworn never to return to, my family' s remote vineyard. It was a place heavy

r fragile state, my resolve hardened. I had to be strong for her. I picked up my phone again, my fingers hovering over Lia

"I want a divorce." There was no room for negotiat

erpoint to the sharp agony in my heart. I closed my eyes, picturing the vineyard, the rows of grapevines stretching toward