![]() ![]() She had to deal with the reality, no matter how terrifying it was. ![]() A part of her wanted to turn the car around. A part of her wanted to go back and somehow undo the events of the last two days. His father would’ve had the weeds poisoned. Connor wasn’t taking care of the grounds. Old Texas oaks spread their wide canopies over the grassy lawn, sprayed with drops of yellow dandelions and pink buttercups. Tom stared straight ahead, glassy eyed, guiding the car up the curve of the driveway. “You told me yourself he hates his family.” Without it, she would have been screaming. That touch, fueled by twenty years of love, had served as her rock in the nightmarish storm of the past forty-eight hours. Strange how intimate a touch can be, she thought. He took his hand off the wheel and squeezed her fingers. Kelly Waller reached over and touched her husband’s hand, looking for reassurance. ![]()
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