Rewinding her brain to a point before the grill party hadn’t worked at all. The scenes from her two evenings with Joe were flaring up now, one after the other, having a choking effect. The fury she had felt last night had given way to something much more complex. There was still burning anger, but i

They had been like this for three tense minutes now, D sitting on her bed, flipping through the magazine and Sarah stretched out on the other bed, her eyes closed. No one had said a word. Sarah was caught in a fierce internal struggle. On one side there was Joe’s orders for her not to talk to D ab

She must have nodded off after D had left. When there was a knock on the door, it took Sarah a moment to wake up. Still drowsy, she rose from the bed and stumbled over to the door. D must have forgotten her key. She opened the door – and found herself looking right into her brothers’ eyes. “Joe?

Swimming with strong, regular strokes, D slowly ploughed through the water, glad that she had made it away from the area with the boats and all the other swimmers and the screaming kids. She had almost reached the tip of the peninsula with the flagpole that she had seen on her way through the spa a

D’s look turned from cold to deadly. “If you think you can mock me here…” “I’m not mocking you, Jesus Christ!” “Go to hell!” “Well, yeah… maybe I’ll do that later,” he said, realizing too late that now he was really mocking her. Sucking in a sharp breath, she raised her free hand out of the wate