ect, became an overnight sensation. The narrative was perfect: a grieving widow, sup

y headline was about Hazel. Every article featured a g

gle-minded purpose, pulling my clothes from the closet,

l damp from a shower. He saw t

re you

loset," I said wit

Good. Listen, Hazel is making her first public appearance at

ct. I had designed i

nt me t

ng from relief to command. "As a senior a

port her? You want me to stand there and

etty, Clara. She's my sister-i

y to kiss your sister-in-l

. "We were drunk.

er my award a

," he snapped. "She's sweet and understa

king angelic in a white dress. "Clara, are yo

linting with triumph. She kn

he world," I said, my voi

l clung to my arm, pretending we wer

me," she gushed to a reporter.

tight, painful st

ge connecting two sections of the tower, hundreds of fe

id brightly, stepping ont

feigned fear making the bridge tremble. Several t

ful," I warned,

mirk on her face. "D

ell, her hand shot out and grabbed my safety line.

st my ears. I hit the safety net below with a sickening thud

pain, I saw Kason

right p

scious" on the bridge. He gathered her

roared at the site manager. "

forward, apolo

arms, whimpering. "

breath an agony. No one was looking at m

a'am, can you hear me? We're ca

f second, his expression cold and annoy

treaming down her face. "Clara! Are you okay?"

n Kason's chest. "I did

re at Lily that

ra should have been more careful. No

it was nothing compared to the pa

ainst the sky, my tower, and a single tear escape