nan tardinary early morning, arcompanied by a thunderous trads, a BMW dommed straight to a roadside boulder
Clucky–the didn’t die ||
unfortunately, her codi was worse than de
The cuuldud move anything below her neck. When the wake up, she was filed with despair |
agonderd wads opkt be heard throughout the retire hospital
But what could be done? From then on, she would never
never stand arain |
When I heard about it. I fch someshat satisfied, yet also somewhat
I quickly harmed my attention to work picking up my old drawing papers ||
I threw myself back into my art with renewed focus Life must move forward, and I wouldn’t waste any more energy en people who werent worth it.
Chapter 12
Three years had passed since Sierra Jame closed the door on her past and chose a different path. Three years since she’d walked away from the ashes of betrayal and found refuge in Julian Westwood’s steady presence.
Julian had been everything Landon never was-
The years had been a healing balm. J
er was–present, honest, devoted. They’d be a quiet life together, led with shared meals. long conversations, and the kind of gentle affection Sierra had never known the craved. |||
Not only had Julian supported her emotionally, but he’d also encouraged her professional ambitions. With his hacking, Sierra had worked her way up at a respected tow firm- far cry from the broken woman who’d emerged from prim years ago, she’d never once considered reaching out to London’s father fir help, never wanted to rely on connections that tied her in that painful past. This success washers alone, built on her men mecit and determination
You’re working late again” Julian said, appearing in the doorway of their apartment with two cups of coffee. He set one down beside her laptop, his hand briefly touching her shoulder |
Sierra locked up from the case files scattered across their dining table, offering him a tired sole. “Thanks. This case is keeping everyone at the firm up all night.
“Your boss better he paying you overtime for this,” Jahan sat, settling into the chair across from her. “You ve been at this for twelve hours straight“||
“He is. And I don’t mind–I love what I do norra reached for her coffee, savoring the warmth. “Remember when I thought I’d never work again? When I was convinced no one would hire an ex–con”
Jon’s expression shifted slightly, something flickering in his eyes that Sierra had learned to recognize but could never quite name. “You were never defined by that, Sierra. You’re brilliant–any form would be lucky to have you“]
There was agam. That look. As if he were seeing someone else when he looked at her.
Sterre had convinced herself she was completely happy with Juhan. Almost ||
“Taban,” she said softly, setting down her coffee. “Can I ask you something?“]
“Of course.“]
“Sometimes when you look at me…” She hesitated, unsure how to voice the feeling that had been nagging at her for months. “It’s like you’re searching for someone else Lite fes not quite who you expect me to be“]
- g. “What do you mean?” ||
julian’s hand tightened around his coffee mug
I don’t know. It’s probably nothing. Maybe I’m just-
Her phone rang, coming through the moment. plan’s eyes immediately darted to the screen, and Sierra caught the dash of recognition–and panic–that crossed his tace before he could hide it
