Cathy stood under the water’s warm stream; her eyes closed as she relived the past few days. She had met with Dr. Burns, Irena’s mentor, the same day she saw her soon to be sister-in-law. He reviewed her medical record with her and Irena, discussed the options, risks and successes of the surgery she would need done, also known as Metroplasty. He explained her condition more in detail, the chances of a pregnancy being born prematurely, the risk of deformities to the fetus, late-term miscarriage, and finally fell upon her age. True, she was nearly thirty-five years old, and there was a risk of having a baby with defects, deformities, or genetic issues. She had already considered all of that, long before making the appointment. She was determined to try and give Andrew the child they both wanted.Irena also brought up the subject of adoption. There were thousands of children who were looking for parents to love them, and the option hadn’t been far from her mind, but if she could have a
“All I did was mention that our grandparents seem to be taking care of your kids an awful lot,” Cathy said defensively.“No, you accused me of being a bad mother,” Sandra growled. “You said if you had a child, you wouldn’t need anyone’s help. For your information, I left my children with reliable adults who would take care of them and went to France to be with my husband, who has been under a lot of stress with this stupid deal he’s been trying to make. I thought I was doing the right thing and being supportive to my husband. If I had known I was going to answer to you, I would never have gone. It would have saved a lot of anger in the long run. At least I wouldn’t have found my husband in another woman’s arms. If you think you’re so damn good at raising kids, then prove it, otherwise get off my ass.”Sandra stormed past Andrew, nearly knocking the delivery boy out of her way as she stomped to her car. She got in and started the engine then pulled out, barely missing the boy’s scooter
“I kind of blew up on her,” she began, feeling very apprehensive about telling him the whole story.“And?” he prodded.With another sigh, she drew in the courage to forge forward.“I told her I found you kissing another woman.” Sandra held her breath as she heard him sigh. She knew he’d be angry with her, but it was an obstacle that seemed to be lingering between them. An obstacle that needed to be jumped over and forgotten.“I thought you believed me,” he began after a moment. “I do, and I’m sorry,” she told him, her tears falling down her cheeks like unrestrained raindrops. “She accused me of being a bad mother, and I just…exploded. I’m sorry, Creighton. I didn’t even realize what I’d said until it was too late. If I could take it all back, I would.”“Stop beating yourself up over this,” Creighton told her in a tone that assured her he was finished with the past argument. “I blame myself. I should never have allowed Tam Mai’s tears to affect me the way they did. If it wasn’t for t
“Bordeaux is a beautiful area,” Giovanni told Fontanna as he steered the car through the streets. “It’s really come alive in recent years, after they built the public transit system. The property sits just outside of town, on the opposite end of the vineyards, but still close enough for you to visit the main hub of activity.”Sabrina sat on the passenger side of the car trying to find something she could find an interest in, but all she could see was Andre walking the streets or sitting and sipping wine at one of the bistros. She hated the idea of coming here, but Giovanni insisted that she visit the estate to see what she was giving up. If it were up to her, there would be nothing to give up. She didn’t want any of it and was eager to get it off her hands. The fact that she could provide something to Fontanna, and Jacques made her feel like the anger and hatred she had for her ex-fiancé, and would-be killer, wouldn’t linger in her mind or heart forever. Perhaps they could give her a
“How do you feel, now that you saw the mansion?” Giovanni asked Sabrina as they lounged in a warm bubble bath.“I will admit, it isn’t as bad as I imagined, but I want the old lady’s things moved out so Fontanna can start fresh, without worrying about her trying to come back.”“It will take a good month, if not longer. There is a lot of personal belongings that will need to be disposed of. I think we should have Derek contact her solicitors. He can advise them that the place was sold, without letting her know any further information. Perhaps that will discourage her from trying to contact Juliene, or any neighbors she may have been friends with.”“I want to sell the other properties as well,” Sabrina told him. “I was thinking about offering it as a co-op and allow those who are already living in the flats to purchase it for their own. I’ll offer a package deal, with an allowance that will allow them to fix the place up right.”“That’s very generous,” Giovanni said, kissing the back of
Once they returned to the hotel, Giovanni had arranged to have the electric turned back on, paid for a healthy supply of groceries for the small staff, and began the preparations for moving Fontanna from Paris. By the time winter settled in, the mother and son would be cozy and warm in their own home, Cathy’s wedding gown would be completed – at last – and she and Giovanni would be married. If she had to anticipate how this year would end when it started, she would never have dreamt of any of this. It was the ending to an unusually long year, and the beginning to a dream come true.Irena sat at her desk, the report of Cathy’s CT scan in front of her. She and Dr. Burns had reviewed the findings as well as the images and had decided that surgery would be a good idea. They were both confident it would be successful. After speaking with Cathy earlier that same day, she had arranged for the surgery on Wednesday, the clinic’s normal O.R. day. She was disappointed that the woman had decided
Sabrina closed the lid on the package with a grin and sealed it shut with a wide strip of tape. She had been working diligently on Cathy’s wedding dress, her own gown, and finishing the details for Irena’s, hoping she would have the courage to call her sister. She hadn’t spoken to her since their argument in Yorkshire, and that was over a month ago. She was frustrated that things had become so strained between them. She and Irena had always been close, since they were small children, and to not have her there as they planned their weddings was difficult.Emma sent out emails to the family, alerting everyone of Irena’s chosen wedding date of November eighteenth, assuring them that invitations would arrive within the next few days. With her own wedding less than a month away, she knew she had to send out announcements, but she just hadn’t had the time.Sabrina placed the label on the package, stamped her return address in the corner, then pushed it aside for the postman to pick up the n
“If it works out, we can spend a week in the states, then come back in time for your sister’s wedding, plan your winter show, attend your brother’s wedding, have a nervous breakdown, then get ready for our baby.”Sabrina laughed as the man laid his head back against the sofa cushions. There was something very endearing about the way he liked to play the hero, even if he acted the wounded warrior part more often than heroic.“I could incorporate the designs from my last two shows, as well as the three I’ve been working on, and do a one-for-all show instead of a specific season.”“It would save a lot of time on your part,” Giovanni assured her, watching as she stood and walked to her desk, rummaging through the designs and papers strung out across the top. “If this works out, you may find yourself wanting to move to New York.”“Not a chance,” Sabrina assured him. “I love Paris, and it’s the farthest I want to be from my family.”“A second office there may help you with sales,” Giovanni
Sandra hung up the phone with a slam, then glanced to her grandparents who were sitting at the kitchen table. She was starting to get angry with all the rejections and dead-end avenues. She called Davies and told him she wanted him to get the plane ready to go to France, only to be told the police had restricted his flying. They were concerned that whomever it was that had killed her husband would try and sabotage the jet.She was getting frustrated and felt like she was being held back. If she didn’t know better, she would think she was being placed under lockdown. She could understand the police’s concern, but she had more men around her then they had at Fort Knox, and she would be willing to take all of them with her if she needed to.“I can’t leave the house, I can’t go to France, I can’t even gather eggs,” she grumbled as she joined the older couple. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t sit here and wait until doomsday to find out what happened to my husband.”“Honey, you’re going
The room was warm as the setting sun shone through the blinds. Two detectives sat on the sofa, watching as the man continued to pace the floor. Trying to keep him calm was growing increasingly harder with each hour.Creighton could only assume the horror his family was going through, not to mention Sandra. They had been having difficulties, but this made all of that seem trivial. He had to call her, he had to contact her somehow and let her know he was alive, but the police were refusing to allow him the chance. They had to keep him concealed for the time being, though it was steadily becoming impossible. The man was acting like a caged animal, anxiously trying to find a means of escape.“How much longer do we have to sit here?” he growled, looking to those gathered around.“We need you to remain patient for a little longer,” a bald-headed man told him. “Monsieur Ashford, we understand what you’re going through…”“Like hell you do,” Creighton snapped. “I have a pregnant wife at home w
“I know she’ll be happy when it’s over,” Emma said, returning to the room, her eyes red from the tears she’d been wiping away. “She can’t let Brandon go to school, and she has to keep the children inside instead of letting them go out to play.”“I’m sure they are going stir crazy,” Cathy said with a frown. “Especially Grace. That little girl is used to having the freedom of the farm to run and play.”“The only good thing is the weather,” William told them. “It’s been really wet, and she doesn’t like getting her dresses dirty.”“Sounds like her aunt,” Andrew said with a soft chuckle.“Maybe we should take this meeting over to my sister’s,” Cathy suggested with a sideways grin.“Let me call Derek and Kristin,” William said, standing and walking to the phone on the wall. “They wanted to know what you found out.”“Just have them meet us at Sandra’s,” Andrew told him. “We can discuss this all there.”“I thought Sabrina and Irena would be here,” Cathy said, looking at Emma who was wrapping
Parker and Harvey held off the reporters for as long as they could alone, then eventually had to call NHT’s security. Within a few short hours, there were enough burly looking men to scare off anyone trying to get near the house. Sandra kept her children inside, though it really wasn’t difficult. The rain had eased by supper, but just like the past several days, it picked up again this morning.Max growled as he laid of the entry. The noise of cameras clicking, and the soft hum of voices mingled among the breezes of the day. She had tried to watch television, but every station was reporting on the accident. Eventually, she had no choice but to surrender and put on Grace’s favorite princess movie. At least it kept them from listening to those who insisted that there was no hope in finding any answers this soon.Sandra drew a deep breath as she wiped the moisture from her forehead. She had decided to keep herself busy and baked two apple pies, along with nearly a hundred sugar cookies.
“No, it’s about assuming you knew what I would want. You did this, claiming it was for us when it was for you. You can’t stand the idea that your little sister has something you never would. It was bad enough when I felt like I was competing with Creighton for your attention, but now I’m watching you compete with Sandra for the mother of the year award.”“Stop comparing me to Sandra!” Cathy screamed. “It’s not my fault she’s perfect. She’s always been everyone’s favorite. I can’t tell you how many boyfriends I’ve dumped after I found out they were using me to get close to her. I didn’t want Creighton, but after he chose her over me, it made me angry. I was competing with her again, and she was too stupid to realize it. He chose that simple, no makeup, no fuss girl over me. She shares his bed, when I’m a better lover then she would ever be. She has his money, his admiration, your parents’ admiration, even my grandparents enjoy spending time with her over me. She even has a perfect body
“Maybe Michelle heard from him,” the boy said hopefully.“I haven’t spoken with her, but I want to call in the morning. She may know something more than the police do.”The two were silent for a long time as they considered their own thoughts, until Sandra realized the tea was gone. She looked to Brandon who looked like he was finally able to fall asleep, then stood and took the cups to the sink.“Come on, son,” she told him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Let’s see if we can get some sleep.”“Mum, can I come sleep with you?” Brandon asked once they reached the second floor of their house.Sandra smiled and hugged the boy, nodding as he looked up to her.“You can sleep on your daddy’s side,” she told him. “Just don’t tell him I let you in our bed. He may get jealous.”Brandon smiled as he walked with her into the bedroom. Sandra helped him between the covers and tucked him in, then left to check on Grace. The house was silent and soft snores of her little girl could be heard
Sandra paced her bedroom trying to stop her mind from racing through the events of the day. Derek had come home after his mother called him, insisting on picking up Brandon from school. Sabrina called to say the reporters were going crazy with the news of the Tornado’s fire and that she and Giovanni would be home as soon as they could get there.Irena spoke with her parents and insisted on calling in a prescription for Sandra’s nerves, though she refused to use it. She needed to stay alert and concentrate in order to determine what was going on. The last thing she needed was to surrender to the effects of a drug.After speaking with Andrew, William informed the rest of the family about Cathy’s surgery, though he wouldn’t go into detail. He assured them he would check into the reports from his end and stay abreast of the investigation. Once Cathy felt like traveling, they would drive out to Yorkshire to be with the family.Nana tried to get Sandra to let her stay overnight, but she was
Sandra opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom, yet she couldn’t remember laying down. The house was silent and the soft pattering of rain outside reminded her that the dog had made a muddy mess of the entry. Then she remembered her grandfather and William coming over, and slowly began to piece together the last thing she remembered.There had been an accident on the Tornado and three bodies were found. She knew in her heart it wasn’t Creighton. She couldn’t even begin to guess who would have been on their ship, or how it ended up at sea, but she knew her husband wasn’t the one killed. Now all she had to do, was convince the others into believing her.Sandra stepped down the stairs to hear Grace talking to her great-grandfather, the dog running from one room to another as he chased his rope and the smells of food drifting out of the kitchen. She stepped into the living room and saw Papa sitting beside Grace, one of her own books open in front of him as he listened to
Sandra stared at the two men for a long moment as their words began to sink in. When she spoke with her husband earlier that morning, he was still at the hotel. He didn’t mention having plans of returning to the yacht. Why would he go back there when he told her he was packing to come home?Then she thought about the bodies found. One was female. Who was it? Did Creighton lie to her about not being involved with Garcon’s assistant? Had he gone there to meet with her, perhaps a final rendezvous before coming home to his family?“Did you hear what we said?” Papa asked her.“It’s impossible,” she began, her anger taking over her words. Sandra looked down at Grace who was trying to wipe the muddy water from her little dress. She hadn’t understood what her grandparents were saying. All she cared about was her soiled outfit.“Sweetheart, go upstairs and find a clean dress,” Sandra told the little girl. “Put that one in the hamper and warsh your hands. We’ll make lunch when you’ve finished.