The two continued to speak for a few more minutes until the voice sounded in the background again.“I’m sorry, sis, but I have to go,” Irena sighed. “Those of us who’s jerky-ex didn’t leave a fortune to, have to work for a living. Let me know when you get things arranged, and don’t be a stranger. I miss talking with you.”“I’ve missed it too and thank you. So much.”“For what?” Irena asked, the curiosity echoing in her cheerful voice.“For forgiving me,” Sabrina told her. “I’ve been so afraid to call you. I was afraid you hated me.”“I did for a while, but after destroying Sandra’s hay, I realized what an arse I was being to everyone. Listen, call me tonight if you get the chance and we’ll talk some more, and stop worrying about the bastard’s money. Spend it and have fun. I want a list of all the crazy things you’re going to do with it when you call me. I love you.”“I love you, too,” Sabrina smiled.The sisters hung up, both feeling much happier than they had started out. A weight fe
“I meant, having the surgery without telling Andrew. He is not a very forgiving person. His job has caused him to doubt a lot of people over the years, and he’s developed a hard shell to many things. I doubt he will be forgiving if he ever learns that you went behind his back and did something this serious without his knowledge.”“I’ve already considered his reaction, and I know when I give him a baby of his own, he’ll forget all about it. Besides, he doesn’t know and he’s not going to, unless you tell him.”“I’m not obliged to tell him anything without your consent,” Irena told her.“And I’m not giving it to you,” Cathy said, a look of defiance on her face.Irena set her jaw then turned and continued out the door as the nurse came around the edge of the curtain. She held a tray in her hands with all the tubing and equipment she needed to set up the IV. She set the tray down on the bedside table, then began issuing orders to lay down as she opened the computer to verify Cathy’s name a
Sandra sat at her small desk in the living room, her computer open as she worked diligently on her manuscript. Grace sat on the carpet nearby, toys strung across the room while she played with her dolls. The sound of thunder echoed outside, and the clouds grew darker with each passing moment. She looked up as lightning streaked the sky, followed by a particularly loud rumbling that shook the walls. Grace jumped, then ran to her mother, holding her arms out for her to be picked up.“Is God still bowling?” the small child asked, referring to the story Creighton told her about the sound being the result of the Lord making a strike in heaven’s bowling alley. “It sounds like he is close to scoring a perfect game,” her mother said, hugging her daughter closer to her.The storm had been raging all morning, making the air seem cool and unforgiving. Sandra sighed deeply as she tried to screw a smile on her face. She was certain her mood reflected the weather, though she knew the loneliness th
Sandra stared at the two men for a long moment as their words began to sink in. When she spoke with her husband earlier that morning, he was still at the hotel. He didn’t mention having plans of returning to the yacht. Why would he go back there when he told her he was packing to come home?Then she thought about the bodies found. One was female. Who was it? Did Creighton lie to her about not being involved with Garcon’s assistant? Had he gone there to meet with her, perhaps a final rendezvous before coming home to his family?“Did you hear what we said?” Papa asked her.“It’s impossible,” she began, her anger taking over her words. Sandra looked down at Grace who was trying to wipe the muddy water from her little dress. She hadn’t understood what her grandparents were saying. All she cared about was her soiled outfit.“Sweetheart, go upstairs and find a clean dress,” Sandra told the little girl. “Put that one in the hamper and warsh your hands. We’ll make lunch when you’ve finished.
Sandra opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom, yet she couldn’t remember laying down. The house was silent and the soft pattering of rain outside reminded her that the dog had made a muddy mess of the entry. Then she remembered her grandfather and William coming over, and slowly began to piece together the last thing she remembered.There had been an accident on the Tornado and three bodies were found. She knew in her heart it wasn’t Creighton. She couldn’t even begin to guess who would have been on their ship, or how it ended up at sea, but she knew her husband wasn’t the one killed. Now all she had to do, was convince the others into believing her.Sandra stepped down the stairs to hear Grace talking to her great-grandfather, the dog running from one room to another as he chased his rope and the smells of food drifting out of the kitchen. She stepped into the living room and saw Papa sitting beside Grace, one of her own books open in front of him as he listened to
Sandra paced her bedroom trying to stop her mind from racing through the events of the day. Derek had come home after his mother called him, insisting on picking up Brandon from school. Sabrina called to say the reporters were going crazy with the news of the Tornado’s fire and that she and Giovanni would be home as soon as they could get there.Irena spoke with her parents and insisted on calling in a prescription for Sandra’s nerves, though she refused to use it. She needed to stay alert and concentrate in order to determine what was going on. The last thing she needed was to surrender to the effects of a drug.After speaking with Andrew, William informed the rest of the family about Cathy’s surgery, though he wouldn’t go into detail. He assured them he would check into the reports from his end and stay abreast of the investigation. Once Cathy felt like traveling, they would drive out to Yorkshire to be with the family.Nana tried to get Sandra to let her stay overnight, but she was
“Maybe Michelle heard from him,” the boy said hopefully.“I haven’t spoken with her, but I want to call in the morning. She may know something more than the police do.”The two were silent for a long time as they considered their own thoughts, until Sandra realized the tea was gone. She looked to Brandon who looked like he was finally able to fall asleep, then stood and took the cups to the sink.“Come on, son,” she told him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Let’s see if we can get some sleep.”“Mum, can I come sleep with you?” Brandon asked once they reached the second floor of their house.Sandra smiled and hugged the boy, nodding as he looked up to her.“You can sleep on your daddy’s side,” she told him. “Just don’t tell him I let you in our bed. He may get jealous.”Brandon smiled as he walked with her into the bedroom. Sandra helped him between the covers and tucked him in, then left to check on Grace. The house was silent and soft snores of her little girl could be heard
“No, it’s about assuming you knew what I would want. You did this, claiming it was for us when it was for you. You can’t stand the idea that your little sister has something you never would. It was bad enough when I felt like I was competing with Creighton for your attention, but now I’m watching you compete with Sandra for the mother of the year award.”“Stop comparing me to Sandra!” Cathy screamed. “It’s not my fault she’s perfect. She’s always been everyone’s favorite. I can’t tell you how many boyfriends I’ve dumped after I found out they were using me to get close to her. I didn’t want Creighton, but after he chose her over me, it made me angry. I was competing with her again, and she was too stupid to realize it. He chose that simple, no makeup, no fuss girl over me. She shares his bed, when I’m a better lover then she would ever be. She has his money, his admiration, your parents’ admiration, even my grandparents enjoy spending time with her over me. She even has a perfect body