Entangled In His Master Plan

ical blow, knocking

ha

his hands tangled in my hair, my own hands tracing the sharp line of his

s late husband's brother. Family. A ghost from a

d to

d a service door and ran down flight after flight of concrete stairs, my bare feet cold and

own street, hailed the first cab I saw, and huddled in th

in the trash. I stood under the shower until the water turned cold,

ne. No new numbe

ber my name. Maybe he

some kind of tech mogul according to the news I'd seen months ago. He wouldn't care a

tend it nev

ve it. Life had fallen back into its

ce buzzing with an exciteme

ve it! The most wonder

asked, sketching dist

ping us expand, paying off all our debts. He saved us, Lily! And

old golfing buddies who'd struck

ng my mom with the salad when the doorbe

whispered, wiping he

dly voice. "Come in, come in! W

responded. A voice that

mine, Mr. Chen. Tha

lipping from my fingers an

owly out of

here

peccably tailored suit. He looked different than he had in my parents' home durin

uquet of flowers, his sm

eyes fo

k of knowing amusement that made my blood run