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ext. Her taunts were cheap. I
o Madison had mentioned worked for her. It didn't take a "hefty sum of cash," ju
rk. "She treats us like dirt. For what you'r
-staffed for the anniversary part
arf, and hid my face behind a mask and sunglasses. I
ouse, my heart seized. Hanging above the grand
Wyatt on her lap. Caleb and Madison stood behind her, one on each side,
nted to a glass case filled with trophies. "See that silver belt buckle? T
e Blackwood family, how I'd timidly asked my grandmother for
eyes and said, "Everything
st. I just w
"She stitched this for Wyatt's pony herself. Every single stitch. Never seen he
e casual, but the
emory, a moment stolen from my life. Caleb at the hospital with a newborn Wyatt. Caleb teaching
ections," the "meetings with important clients"-they al
e happy family returned. They'd been at the town's Founder
. Madison laughed, dabbing at their faces with a handkerchief. Th
against Caleb, her voice a practiced, delicate whine. "Caleb, I just... I don't want Wyatt t
more time. I'll handle everything. You just focus on his birthday party in five
ht couldn't break any f
t to escape that suffocating place. But as I passed the stables, I
His sharp eyes nar
asked, his voice l
wn, my pulse hamm
cent, the familiar smell of my husband, en
me," he c
his fingers about to snatch the scarf from my
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