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"My mom's going to kill me, I've got to hurry," she said to Mrs. Archibald as she grabbed her bag and left. "Bye," she hollered. "Bye! Don't forget what we've talked about. I need a decision by tomorrow." Mrs. Archibald called after her. Great, she thought, rushing toward the exit. At the door, she held it open for an old, blind woman. The woman was wearing a plastic rain hat and was hunched over, walking with a cane. Once through, the old woman reached out and touched her face. "Thank you . ...

"Sophie, darling, take a deep breath, wipe the tears off your face and tell me what's happened," Rina purred in a kind, firm voice. She woodenly obeyed, picking up her napkin, wiping her face and discreetly blowing her nose. "I'm not sure I want to tell you." Although she was doing what Rina had asked, the tears wouldn't stop coming. She knew Rina must be disappointed in her weakness. A little disgusted with herself, she again looked over at Rina, before dejectedly resting her gaze on her sal...

I've never seen it rain this much before she marveled, shivering nervously. Ducking under her black umbrella, she quickly left the old, red brick building, meandering her feet to avoid the puddles. Reaching her black BMW, she rapidly got in, heading out of the parking lot. As she turned right onto Bangerter Highway, her car hydroplaned. "Shit," she cursed, determinedly gaining control. Seven o'clock already, she thought, glancing at the clock on her car dash. I've got to hurry. Vowing to be c...

Prologue "What should we do?" George Archibald whispered, concern evident on his face. He was sitting on his daughters bed, which was covered by a My Little Pony comforter. Next to him, sat his wife, her brow furrowed in obvious concentration as she inwardly contemplated what was to be done. George couldn't help but admire her beauty. Long brown hair, sleeked back at the moment in a high, tight ponytail, shimmering by the small glow of her daughters pony night light. Although he couldn't see ...

Prologue "What should we do?" George Archibald whispered, concerned. He was sitting on his daughters bed, which was covered by a My Little Pony comforter. Next to him, sat his wife, her brow furrowed in obvious concentration as she inwardly contemplated what was to be done. George couldn't help but admire her beauty. Long brown hair, sleeked back in a high, tight ponytail, shimmering by the small glow of her daughters night light. Although he couldn't see them at the moment, he knew her honey...