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

home had

from the hotel. The latter part of

was already four in the afternoon. Mist shrouded the mountainside, and the gray, rainy sky pressed low overhead. But the orphanage glowed

and playful shouts echoed from all corners of

director was a young man

on Garfield's background. He'd inherited the role from his mother, who

older brother, Shane White, thirty-five, who had autism in

originally been created by

inspired by

them on a tour

mothers of children with special needs," Garfield explained as they walked. "They volunteer their time

around a table

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

"There's one," Garfield replied.

love to speak with her, get a better understanding of the children's

his phone. He dialed quickly. "Ms. Gill? Could you come by the meeting room? The investors have a few questions