A Love Betrayed, A Future Reclaimed
hrough the phone, a solid anchor in the swirling chaos of h
miles from the hospital, the city lights blurring around her. "He threw my blood in the trash, Liam. He and Chloe were laughing about it." S
The Maestro' s program starts in three days. I can get you a ticket for the first fl
artment," she said. "I need
hat safe? I
" The word tasted like poison. "I have a few
g at all. I' ll be there in twenty minu
the home that was no longer a home. It was just a place. A stage for a three-y
ith Jake. The space was beautiful, all clean lines and expensive furniture, a testament to Jake'
island where he' d made her breakfast, telling her she was the most important thing in his life. On the wall hung a framed p
herself against the wall, taking a deep, shudde
ook only what was hers, only what mattered. Clothes, toiletries, her sheet music. She left behind every gift he' d e
one thing he hadn't managed to defile. Her passport was in the desk drawer, right where she' d left it. As she took it, her fingers brushed against a small, velv
, gathering every trace of their shared life. The photo from Paris came off the wall. The books he' d bought her went into a pile. She stripped the sheets from t
case when she heard the front
t was Jake. He sounded s
orway, her heart pounding.
floor. A confused frown crossed his face. "What' s going on? Are you going somewhere?" He sound
leaning," she said, her
ce, a gesture that had once made her melt. "You' re mad about the hospital thing, aren' t you? B
ive, violent movement that surprised even
? It was just a prank. You know how I am." He tried to laugh it of
g her suitcase toward the door. "I' m
lly about? Did I do something else? You know you can tell me anything."
sk of weary resignation. She couldn't let him see the truth, the rage and the pai
she said. "I jus
t he had her completely under his control, that she was his loyal, loving fool who would forgive him for anythi
"Okay, Liv. If that' s what you need. But ca
, her voice flat.
ind her. She didn' t let herself cry, not until she was safely in a cab
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