Cynthia Dion:
"I heard that," I glanced down, recalling how he'd helped make it happen; otherwise, I might've lost everything by now.
"If you'd like, we can have lunch in the garden," he suggested, but I wasn't sure if I was prepared to face everyone just yet.
"No offense, but your family might kill me," I attempted to get out of bed, but when I stumbled, he grabbed my arm to steady me.
"Can I bring something up?" I sank back into the chair, feeling defeated. I'd vowed never to ask him this again because, no matter what he says, he can never provide a satisfactory explanation for his actions.
"Of course," he settled in across from me on a cushy seat, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to continue.
"Why are you going through all this for me? Do you believe I wrecked your sister's ma
