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I stared atif she realized just how ridiculous that plan sounded "I don’t think furniture coht," I said, stating the obvious

Bodie set ainst the doorjamb "They do," he told , when I woke up in the bed I’d selected s, there was no escaping the physical reminders of where I was And where I wasn’t The bed beneathEverything about this felt wrong

I thought of Gra of his own Pushing back against the suffocating wave of eot dressed, and pondered the fact that the h toordered Back on the ranch, she’d uardian and obtained our grandfather’s power of attorney almost as quickly

Who did that? And more importantly--who could?

I should have knohatI should have known Ivy But I didn’t Making my way out of the bedroom, I found the loft empty, a visceral reminder that it had always been my sister’s choice not to know me She was the one who’d left She was the one who’d stopped answering my calls

Whoever she hatever she did--she’d chosen this life over me

The muted sound of voices rose up from downstairs At the top of the spiral staircase, I paused The fe to was male

"You don’t think that this was, just possibly, a little bit impulsive?" The ht little bit was an understatement

"Iht me to trust my instincts"

"This wasn’t instinct," the uilt, Ivy"

"I’est you are"

"Ada her teeth--"if you want me to look into your little friend at the DOJ, you’ll stop talking Now"

For several seconds, there was silence, followed by a grunt of frustration

"What do you want h now that I had to strain to hear "Things were bad in Montana I’ her off to soiveher here three years ago!"

Realizing that they were arguing about me turned my body to stone And what did Ivy ested she invite uy? Why had she listened to hied her mind?