rs spelled out a death sentence: Idiopathic Pulmonary Arterial Hypertension. A ra

a costume for a clown at a funeral. Underneath the makeu

as a small, temporary shield against the bitterness floodin

trast to the muted tones of mahogany and gray. Liam was there, talking t

t, her voice a little too l

awyers snickered. They all knew about the struggling artist who was hop

ing here?" His voice

up to him, holding out a small, elegan

er one she' d spent her last dollars

k at it. "I don't nee

insisted, trying to

meeting." He turned his back on her and walked away

e building, she jumped into the passenger seat of his car bef

out,

aid, her voice smaller now. She jus

s he drove, she reached over to fasten his seatbelt for him, he

on

osis. About how scared she was. About how much she

he car. "Ava, we need to stop this. Don't come to my o

ractically dragging her out onto the sidewalk. He didn't look

d and walked inside. The moment she opened the d

mp?" her stepmother, Martha Jenkins,

ore she could recover, Martha shoved a piece

engagement

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