“Pattie, I’ll always make room for what you love—because loving you means loving everything about you.”
Patricia stared at him for a second, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
The streetlights spilled through the trees, casting shifting patterns inside the car. The light flickered, like butterflies fluttering up and down.
Just like how Patricia felt right now.
The car rolled into Cloud Peak’s underground garage. Aiden didn’t say a word, just got out and left.
He knew when to keep his distance. Honestly, he’d almost lost his grip on the wheel just a minute ago.
It was ten thirty.
Patricia was lifted out of the bathtub, her body so heavy and weak she couldn’t even raise her arms. As soon as someone settled her in bed, she burrowed under the covers and fell right to sleep.
***
Eight a.m.
The Newton family home.
Brandon was taking notes while asking Grandma questions.
“Who do you think did this? If it was on purpose, someone must have had a reason.”
Grandma answered carefully, not giving anything away. “The Newtons have plenty of competition.”
Brandon looked at her. “Anyone specific? Can you give me some names?”
Grandma listed a few.
Brandon wrote each one down.
But Patricia’s name never came up.
Judy, who was standing nearby, jumped in. “Grandma, aren’t you missing someone?”
The words were barely out before Grandma shot her a warning look. “Don’t say things you can’t prove.”
Judy muttered, “It’s not like I’m making it up. You’re just too nice to mention it, but the police will find out anyway.”
Brandon watched their back-and-forth. He already knew who they meant.
But his new assistant hadn’t caught on. “Would you mind telling us who you mean?” he asked.


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