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FORGIVE ME.
CLIVE.
Brook frowned at the square of paper in her hands as Elise pulled out a chair at the dresser. Given the woman’s shared news, Brook had half-expected the note to be from Kyle.
Why would Clive slip her a message? And forgive him for what?
“Sit,” Elise said, tapping the white, wooden seat. “Before your mother comes back,” she added in a whisper.
Brook did as commanded, slipping the scrunched paper into a drawer of the dresser, as she sank onto the springy cushion. “Maybe you could enlighten me as to what, exactly, is happening?”
Elise met Brook’s gaze in the mirror and her mouth opened as if to speak, but the woman jumped when the bedroom door whooshed open.
Collette paused in the frame, eyes narrowed. “How is she coming along?” Even her tone dripped with suspici
