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  1. Title page
  2. Prologue
  3. Part One
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  21. Part Two
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  51. Part Three
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“Whatever.” He tossed his keys onto the counter, raked his fingers across his scalp. “Mom’s in the hospital. She’s had an accident.”

“What happened?”

In a clipped tone, Troy gave her the highlights. Pat running into the middle of the street and getting struck by a car. In critical condition. Unconscious, her prognosis uncertain.

Monica couldn’t believe such a bizarre, terrible accident had occurred, and Troy had no answers, either.

“I’ll come to the hospital with you,” she said, “as soon as my mother gets back with the children. All of us will go.”

“No.” Troy’s lips twisted into a snarl. “I don’t want Grace anywhere near my mother. All of this is her fault.”

Monica had been putting away her food. She stopped and looked at Troy, and could only shake her head.

“Seriously, Troy?” she asked. “Let’s add one more accusation to the pile, huh? How exactly is my mother responsible for this? What proof do you have?”

“Look around you, Monica. Hell, look in the mirror.” His eyes seethed like hot coals. “You’re falling apart. You need to get your ass to the hospital.”

“My mother’s taking care of me,” she said.

“Is she?” He laughed. “Look at how our lives have totally fallen apart in only the past few days, starting when Grace arrived. Everything is her fault. I know that for fact.”

“It’s a good thing you went into medicine instead of law. Using logic like that, you’d be a horrible attorney.”

His gaze was intense. “I’m beginning to suspect that Grace is responsible for Lily’s death, too.”

Monica was shaking her head.

“Falling down the stairs in her house while she was supposedly alone?” Troy asked. “I don’t believe that any more. Not one bit. I believe Grace was there. I believe she pushed Lily down the stairs.”

“Stop it.” Tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Grace conveniently shows up at Lily’s funeral, ready and willing to be a part of your life.” He grinned, but it was a savage expression, without joy. “Capturing you while you’re at an emotional low. After almost forty years, Mommy has finally come home, and you welcome her with open arms. How utterly predictable, and perfectly orchestrated.”

“Shut up!” Monica shouted, and in her sudden anger, knocked a plate off the counter. It shattered against the tiles.

Chest heaving, she glared at Troy, but he ignored the broken dish, and didn’t meet her eyes. He appeared to be immersed in thought.

“The question is, why?” he asked, so softly she barely heard him. He ground his teeth. “Why, dammit?”

She opened her mouth to yell at him to get out, but he was already turning and walking away, leaving her alone in the kitchen, his accusations echoing through her mind.

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