A Bed of His Making

ughter. "You're breaking up with me? Sandy, y

hal

ears ago, like a stray pet. If he had to give me a titl

voice trembled as I spoke. "Have y

eard a joke, "Don't say

s elite circles, that his family held sway over both government and business sec

turned white. "What about Kaitlin?

been financially supported by the Hudson family to finish her school

uickly darkening. "How dare

ed his tone. "Alright. You pushed me to speak harshly to you. Sandy, re

ing a mischievous glint. "When the time comes, whether you want to stu

a name he cas

ged by the river, all the me

ead after trying everything. "Highly unlikely. She must have

haps n

oesn't matter if you never recover. From now on, your name is Sandy. And I'll look after you

argue on that day, Silas took me

ver to an amusement park, l

he looked smug. "When have I ever

ine Lee and Wendy Stewart were alr

spital who had taken care of me

ck, requiring several major sk

ng me by my side. "Alright, Sandy. Be good. Once you get th

nt park ju

I created when I was just with him. It was also the only realistic painting I drew and w

front of me. It was vast and filled with

layed through the facilities, occasiona

h a smile on his face leani

sly, "Sandy, you're so luck

drail gloomily,

leaned closer to me and lowered her voice, "Wilbur said Silas wants

ed crimson as if I'd

looked at me with pity. "Is it re

of the exhibition as a wedding chapel. He's waiting for Kaitlin to change he

.

ed over to fasten my seatbelt. "What's wr

ng the access card in my

voiding my gaze, "Sandy, this pla

at him

art museum here." He pointed toward the Ferris wheel, "I'll bui

ntly in my mind, pieci

bit my lip and looked

ed to tell Silas that my long-lost

ea of yellow roses, and burning building

han with an unk