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.

place that cared

the home had been

The latter part of the journey wound up narrow mountain roads, and with the

the afternoon. Mist shrouded the mountainside, and

and playful shouts echoed from all corners

was a young man named Garfield White-gentle features, barely

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

an older brother, Shane White, thirty-five, who

originally been created by

inspired by

warmly, then led them on a tour of the orphanage, introducing them to all

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

a table in the meeting

paused her typing and looked up at Garfield. "So, there aren't any professional

"There's one," Garfield replied.

love to speak with

pulling out his phone. He dialed quickly. "Ms. Gill? Could you come by the meeting