Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts

cent of porridge and betrayal in the air, Keegan had cho

he felt nothing. The part of her that could feel pain f

m the sight of them together, so perf

d, pushing her bowl awa

lled from his reveri

ped. "I want to see Haven' s

fajitas rushed past. Cora, in a theatrical gesture of surpr

the way, shielding her body with his own. The cast-iron

idn't mi

was already bandaged. A searing, white-hot pain shot up from her wrist

consumed her was Keegan, his arms wrapped around a perfectly unharmed Cora, whisper

doctor told her. Her own personal driver, summoned by

ll. A doctor was examining Cora' s ankle, the one she' d "twisted" at the gala. Keegan hovered over her, his f

onstant, throbbing fire. But the sight ac

the image burne

in the living room, surrounded by boxes. A pristine white wedding gown was draped over a

n' s

his eyes taking in the scene.

all this?"

," Haven said, her vo

ridiculous, Haven. If you' re angry, we can talk a

a game, a desperate ploy for his attent

e bought her a gift, an expensive bracelet she d

To cheer her up, he said, he was

ove it," h

Haven did feel a bit of her old self return. S

t the entrance: "CORA

rought her here for her. He'

and linked her arm through Kee

ud, indulgent smile. "Of c

silent observer of their love story, immortalized in photographs. Cora in high school, laughing. Cora and

a large-scale photograph hanging on th

nating the curve of his eyelashes, the gentle slope of his lips. He looked peaceful, vulnerable, and so deeply, profo

morning after he proposed to me, right before he left fo

ring with triumph. "He' s never loo