Van

From the end of GOLD LUST onward

A memory came back, one I’d tucked away, an action I’d intended for good. Or maybe it was manipulation. The deed was my way of planting a seed of doubt, offering an escape and a refuge. I’d wanted Madison to have an alternative, an option to leave Phillip and come back to me. What I did occurred so long ago that I’d blocked the memory.

I’d moved on.

My heart raced with the ...