Chapter 13
PRU FLATTENED HER PALMS against the door, shock and denial arcing through her. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. She’d done everything right. She’d taken the classes, gotten the certifications, and picked up her mother’s mantle without complaint. She’d been a goddamned rock since her mother died—for Ari and her sisters, because they needed her to be. Surely, all of that would outweigh her one indiscretion.
A car cranked up outside. Pru’s knees gave out, and she collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. Flynn caught her before she hit the floor. His arms came tight around her. He was saying something. She didn’t know if it was English or Gaelic. Her ears weren’t working. Her legs weren’t working. Nothing was working in the face of the tearing grief. Nothing could touch the un
