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.

destination was a local children's home in Havenport, a place

home had

of the journey wound up narrow mountain

they pulled up outside Starlight Orphanage, it was already four in the afternoon. Mist shrouded the mountainside, and the gray, rainy sky pressed low overhead. But the orphanage glowed with warm light, beaming through every

and playful shouts echoed from all

director was a young man named

role from his mother, who had founded the orphanage. After her passing, Garfield had stepped in to run

thirty-five, who had autism in

originally been created by

by

group warmly, then led them on

with special needs," Garfield explained as they walked. "They

gathered around a

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

"There's one," Garfield replied.

I'd love to speak with her, get a

Garfield said, pulling out his phone. He dialed quickly. "Ms. Gill? Could you