Broderick suddenly sat up straight in bed.
Sleep?
Yeah right, like he could fall asleep now.
There was this weird, gnawing feeling in his chest-completely unfamiliar, like something clawing at him from the inside.
He got up and walked out onto the balcony.
Downstairs, he could faintly hear Sienna's laughter, along with Leslie's voice.
He looked down and saw the two of them sitting together in the garden.
Morning roses, still kissed with dew, looked especially fresh and delicate.
Other flowers were also in full bloom, like they were all trying to outshine each other.
Butterflies fluttered about-it was picture-perfect.
But Broderick's eyes were locked solely on Leslie.
To him, she stood out more than anything else in that scene, more beautiful than everythi
