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Everyone loved Sorrow Everyone wished her well Everyone, with the possible exception of Damien

"The accident happened near Si for a ainst you?"

"Nobody! Especially not Damien or his family," she answered instantly "They love me over there"

"Well, somebody doesn’t And they’ve upped the ante First all those small incidents, then a fire, now a hit-and-run" He raised his brows "Have you considered how you ht’ve hurt your exyou think Daave her a nonco "Think about it"

"That’s ridiculous," she said in a flat voice

He wondered if her expression was confusion or anger He’d accept either Sorrow could be mad at him all she wanted--he just wanted her safe "It’s fine for you to think that, but right now, for me, everyone is a suspect"

The intake nurse popped her head through the door "Miss Bailey?"

Sorrow hopped to her feet "Thank God"

"You’re not mad at me?" he asked

"Mad?" She looked down at him, her expression bewildered and rattled "Of course I’ to do with this But I trust you"

"I’ll find out the truth"

"I know you will" She gave him a sad smile She looked so tired, and it made his heart ache

He stood up, cupped her cheek "Don’t think about this now I’m on it And I promise you, I will find out who did it I won’t stop until I see theo to your sister," he told her

"Do you want to come with me?" she asked in a small voice "I could ask if it’s allowed"

He kissed her forehead "Fa to do with it

For now, he had work to do His er to track down the bastard who did this--and it all started at Si about things she didn’t need to hear, so he fudged the truth "I need to get back anyway" He put his hands on her shoulders, fighting the urge to pull her in for another e to be okay here?"

She set a ride with Mom and Dad"

He cupped her cheek "I hate to leave you"

She inhaled deeply, and he read raw affection in her eyes "You just go find the bad guy"

Thirty-eight

Sorrow stood in the dooratching her beautiful, vital, energetic, pain-in-the-ass sister, lying broken and sleeping on a hospital bed The sight dredged powerful feelings to the surface

Laura’s left ar, her shoulder was bound, and an IV tube was plugged into the other arht of it shot a spear of anguish through Sorrow’s heart For all her bluster, Laura was so fragile What if she hadn’t survived? What if Sorrow had never gotten the opportunity to take back all those ugly things she’d said the last time they’d spoken?

Laura’s eyes fluttered open, and the two sisters stared silently at each other

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