Westenmar, Capital City.

Garry Ferguson's Private Estate.

Rosita had been here for three days now.

Not once had Garry come home.

She'd asked Larson about it.

All he told her was that Garry had "important business" to attend to-what kind of business, he wouldn't say.

Something wasn't right. Rosita could feel it.

She thought about calling Garry, but when she reached for her phone, she

realized there was no signal.

More precisely, the signal was being blocked.

She turned to Larson with a hard stare. "What's Garry playing at?"

Larson's face didn't so much as twitch. His tone was strictly professional: "I'm sorry, Ms. Lockwood. I'm just following Mr. Ferguson's instructions. He must have his reasons for this. Please be patient."

Rosita's heart sank a little further.

Larson was Garry's right hand-if he'd been stationed here, it could only mean Garry had no plans to come back anytime soon. And he certainly wasn't planning on letting her leave.

stared

boiling inside, Rosita spun on her heel and stormed back to

frustration exploded. She swept every bottle of makeup off

now he'd cut off

She was completely isolated.

had no idea what was happening back in

face twisted with

hell was Garry up to? Had he lost

Silveridge

Children's Hospital - Maternity

touched down, it was already

Carl were waiting for him

took the wheel while Cedric and Stewart settled in

the silence first.

hand, still pinching the bridge of his nose,

did the doctors

monitoring her closely. They just issued

pressed his lips together in a hard line, silent for a long moment before

about her brother. Right now, she

to

mother, she has a right to

stronger before we

Stewart didn't respond.

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