Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

By the time they reached Havenport, it was already midday.

The group headed straight to the hotel to check in. For convenience and safety -they'd all booked rooms on the same floor. Blair's room was right next to Briony's.

They kept lunch simple and ate at the hotel restaurant.

Halfway through the meal, Blair slipped away.

"Where's Blair?" asked Lawyer Hughes, glancing around.

"He's eating in his room," Briony replied.

Lawyer Hughes paused for a moment, then nodded as realization dawned. "Oh, right. He's still got that injury on his face-probably easier for him to eat alone."

Before they'd finished eating, Blair reappeared. Maybe it was Briony's scolding that morning, but he seemed a lot more efficient now.

As they finished their meal, rain began to fall over Havenport.

Manager Dawson, who was overseeing the project negotiations, arrived in a minivan to pick them up.

children's home in Havenport, a place that cared for kids with

these children, the home had been named "Starlight

halfway up a mountain, about an hour's drive from the hotel. The latter part of the journey wound

shrouded the mountainside, and the gray, rainy sky pressed low overhead. But

echoed from

man named Garfield White-gentle

way, Manager Dawson had filled Briony in on Garfield's background. He'd inherited the role from his mother, who had founded

an older brother, Shane White, thirty-five, who had autism in fact, Starlight Orphanage

originally been created by

inspired by Shane's

them on

special needs," Garfield explained as they walked. "They volunteer their time to look after the

around a table in the

looked up at Garfield. "So, there aren't any

"There's one," Garfield replied.

"Is she available? I'd love to speak with her, get a better understanding of the children's

course," Garfield said, pulling out his phone. He dialed quickly. "Ms. Gill? Could you come by the meeting room? The investors have a few questions