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eyes. “You’re right. I’ll stay away. And, yes, it was so very selfish what I did. I mean, who the hell do I think I am that I can just waltz back into town as if I didn’t wreak havoc the last time I was here?” I’m getting a little hysterical now but it’s only because I’m finally facing the consequences of what I did. “God! I’m such a bitch!”
    Brody chuckles. “I wouldn’t go that far. I mean, I’ve seen you pretty bitchy before, but it’s not like you’re some cold, calculating person.”
    “I’m really sorry, Brode. I truly am.”
    He gets up from the loveseat and comes to sit beside me, putting an arm across my shoulders. “I know you are. It hurt all of us, Mill. You were family, and when you left, it felt like Fiona all over again, except worse because we knew you were still out there.”
    My face blanches and I look up at him in horror. “Oh, my God. I didn’t even think of it like that. I’m a horrible person,” I say over the lump in my throat then I let out a strangled sob, ducking my head and closing my eyes not able to stop the tears that come. “I’m the worst person ever,” I say now, my body wracked with sobs.
    “Hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he says, grabbing me more tightly and pulling me into him as he kisses the side of my head. “You’re not a bad person, Mill. You panicked. We all understood.”
    He holds me as I continue crying, my heart breaking over what I’ve done. Mostly I cry for hurting Kade, hurting them, and for being such a callous bitch about it. But I also cry because I’m so alone. There’s not another person in the whole world who I can call mine.
    And I brought it all upon myself.
    ~~~
    Before Brody leaves, he apologizes for upsetting me, but I tell him I should feel bad because of what I did, that for years I never thought of anyone else’s feelings but my own. He gives me a hug, kisses the top of my head then he’s gone.
    After gathering myself a bit more, I shower and dress, then decide to walk to Shop and Bag to pick up a few staples. On the way, I pass by a small clothing consignment boutique that has the cutest Chanel purse in the window that I just have to go in and inquire about. Nothing like shopping to put you in a better mood.
    “Hello! How can I help you?” a woman asks coming up from behind me.
    “I love your Chanel in the window,” I say as I turn around and can’t help but jerk my head back when I get a load of her because she has long, bright pink hair and lips painted the same color. Wow.
    “Oh, you’ve got great taste,” she says with a huge smile and I can’t help but smile with her. She’s really quite pretty, seeming to be around my age and what she’s wearing is kickass: a knee-length, black and purple bustier dress that has lots of ragged black tulle at the bottom underneath a short, black blazer, lacy fingerless black gloves, black tights with vertical stripes and black military boots. It should look costume-y, but it actually looks cool and she totally owns it. She reaches into the display and grabs the purse, handing it to me. “That’s pebbled leather and the C’s are overstitched on both sides. The retail is around twenty-five hundred, but it can be yours for a mere thousand,” she says nodding at it.
    Yikes. “Oh, I’d love to get it, but I’m sorry, I don’t think my finances can handle it right now,” I say with a frown giving it back to her.
    “I can put it in layaway for you if you’d like. Six months to pay if off,” she negotiates shrewdly with a grin.
    I smile. “While it’s tempting, I won’t be around that long. Sorry.”
    “Oh, are you just passing through town?” she asks. “Wait a minute.” She points at me with a hot pink fingernail. “Let me guess. You’re Amelia Hale-Chapman. Your grandparents were Jean and Elliot Hale. You’re here to fix up the garage then go back to your job in Richmond as a CPA. Right?”
    “Either you’re the best psychic in the world or