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 ...