er pain. She heard the housekeeper on the phone, telling someone that Mr. Desmo

a large box under her arm. As she closed the door beh

of whiskey fille

, pressing his face into h

e lie coming easily. It was the

drunken sound. "I ju

way. "I'm tired, Anto

he let her go. "Are you still mad about today?" he asked. "You know we have

h liars. Desmond, with his promises of a future, and Antone, with his performance of love. A p

was

raight in the eye. "We are brother and s

tone, the finality in her words. Hi

t's

wered truthfully. "I got blo

without question. His self-absorpti

from downstairs. He gave her a quick,

ays, she dismantled her life in that house. She packed her essentials. Everything else, every memory, ever

ngly empty. Three suitcases stood by the do

lso Chelsea Taylor's lavish birthday party. The Morgans were hosting it

g affair. The air buzzed

lucky. The Morg

ring? It must b

hispers tur

adopted one,

to seduce both brot

she has no c

for years. She lowered her head and slipped out

She stared out at the dark, ch

a piece of wor

m. It was Chelsea. Her beautiful face was twisted

" Dallas sa

him? How you're trying to win him back? I saw you at the bridal shop. I saw the

ou've misun

the good life and now you won't let go! You threw yourself at Desmond, and when that

was staggering. In that moment, Chelsea g

She pinwheeled her arms, trying to find her balance,

r seized her. She instinctively grabbed onto Chelsea, he

, her own balance compromised as

a split second, a grotesque, t

hey bo