rrived. The Thorne Foundation Annual Charit

Julian' s recovery. My

tation felt

n' s side, a hand on his arm, whispering in his ear. Whenever I entered a room, their laughter would sto

, directing workmen. They were setting up a large

this?"

ittle surprise for the gala. A game. It

gam

oked at his stepsister, who was arranging flowers nearby. "She said we needed a way

led in my stomach

ving a dismissive hand. "Your primitive beliefs. It' s

think it' s time to move past all this, Elara. For the family'

ning?" I demanded,

see. Just be ready to play along.

n who had orchestrated this whole arrangement. I

, my hands clenched. "Something to do

ad of this family now, Elara. He is whole again, thanks to you. My part in thi

dmother," I pleaded. "You promise

And you have delivered. Julian can walk. The future of the Thorne nam

t help me.

the world I had married into. A world that saw my child