Vincent lowered the car window and let the cool night breeze wash away the hope he had no right to entertain.
'It's been 26 years. Some memories should stay buried. Some people, once you miss your chance with them, are lost for good. But Madeline... she looks so much like Lydia. So much that something in my heart I thought had gone quiet years ago is stirring again.'
*****
Adrian's incision had nearly healed.
Madeline no longer had to hover over him to make sure he drank enough water and took his medication.
The quiet, capable Seravian housekeeper handled the meals and cleaning so efficiently that Madeline suddenly had almost nothing to do.
Aside from handling a little work now and then, she spent most of her time curled up in the study with architecture books or sitting by the floor
