Nathaniel had made his quickest and most catastrophic decision that night. Every time he would later recall it, he would be overcome with ice-cold horror and could have banged his head on the wall for his own idiocy. The only way he could explain it was that a temporary mental disturbance had come over him on that cold, winter night.
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Veronic finally went to bed completely broken, and all night long she tossed and turned in bed. She felt terribly guilty about having organised things behind Alexis’ back. The whole issue was made even more painful by the fact that it had worked out so disastrously. She was up early in the morning, and with a cup of hot tea in her hands, she sat and waited in the living room. She was thinking about what words to say if her sister was at all willing to hear
