***Trigger Warning: This chapter will discuss infant death/ miscarriage.*** (Luna Jane POV) My stomach twisted in knots as I tried to find the courage to tell James and Nick the next part of the story. I knew that neither of them would ever look at me the same once they found out what I had done
The poisoning accusation caused quite the commotion. Your father, Margie, and Robert all came over to see what was going on and support me. At that point, I was in a horrible position. If I admitted that I had tried to drug Cecilia, it would have brought tremendous shame to your father and to o
(James POV) As my mother got to the end of her story, I was not sure what I should think or how I should feel. Should I be feeling angry with my mother? Disappointed? Disgusted? Even though it happened 27 years ago, I knew that I should probably be feeling all of those things. Watching Nick's
I know that I wanted the Little Brat to be miserable and pay for her role in getting Stephanie killed, but for some reason, I had always just assumed that she was still being loved and taken care of at home. In fact, that was one of the reasons that I made sure that she was tormented at school, and
(Luna Jane POV) My heart stopped when James asked about Lily’s birthday. I was honestly relieved when Nick could not remember. In fact, I had to stop myself from reaching out and hugging him. But then, when James demanded to see Lily’s pack file, my heart stopped again. I wish I had anticipated
(James POV) Have you ever watched an explosion occur in slow-motion? It can be quite interesting. Contrary to popular belief, most explosions do not occur at one time or in a single blast. Rather, most explosions are a series of smaller blasts that trigger other smaller blasts that in turn trigg
So what was he trying to tell me? Memories of Lily’s badly beaten and injured body flashed through my mind. Margie told us that Lily fell down the stairs. Given how badly injured she was, I would have expected Margie to get medical treatment for Lily. And that medical treatment would have been s
(Lily POV) I am currently in the pack kitchen making cookies. Or, rather, trying to make cookies. It seems that I have run into a bit of a problem thanks to my “helper.” I should have known that accepting his help was going to be a bad idea. “Seriously, Brady?” I say, with my jaw practically o