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Nanny is too dumb to tell us apart, but I think she does it to try to make Harley feel guilty so she’ll stop getting into trouble. But Harley never feels guilty and at this rate I’m never going to get to go to my rock-climbing lesson again. It’s always taken away as a punishment.
    It almost makes me want to break the rules just so there’s a reason for being punished, but my heart gets all jumpy just thinking about doing things I’m not supposed to do. The closest I got to being bad was sneaking into Nanny’s room and putting leaves in her underwear drawer. When Harley found out, she teased me for being a baby. She said she would have put mice or cockroaches in there instead. And she probably would have.
    She’s so angry all the time, Aunt Syb. She’s not the same as she is when we’re at your house. So when we come home I miss you and her, even though she’s right here beside me.
    Does that sound crazy?
    I hope not. Sometimes I’m scared of ending up like Mom. Nanny says depression is a disease, so we can’t blame Mom for it. And I don’t, but sometimes, when I’m sad, I wonder if I’m catching depression, too.
    But I know I wouldn’t catch it at the lake house, Aunt Syb. I know I would be happy and could grow up to be a good person, like you. I just want to be happy and good and not to be scared or sad all the time. That’s why I’m writing to ask you to please, please, please ask Daddy to let me come live with you. I know he’ll say yes if you ask.
    And then I could go to school there and help you whenever your arthritis is giving you trouble. I promise I will be the very best kid ever and never let you down. Cross my heart and hope to die!
    Much love and hoping to see you soon,

Hannah
    Jackson set the phone back on the bureau, his head bowed and his throat tight. It had been a long time since he’d felt anything close to this fierce sense of empathy and he wasn’t sure what to do with the emotion swelling inside of him.
    No child should have to feel so scared and alone. His childhood home had been cold and loveless, but at least he hadn’t been constantly punished for a sibling’s misbehavior. And he’d gotten out, scheming his way to freedom when he wasn’t much older than Hannah had been when she wrote this letter. It made him want to reach through time, scoop up that lonely, neglected little girl, and find a way to get her to the aunt who loved her.
    But he couldn’t rescue the child Hannah had been. The best he could do was save the woman she’d become.
    Before he’d made the conscious choice to move, he was through the bedroom door, striding through the darkened great room and down the hall toward the master suite. Inside, the air still smelled like Hannah, a sweet and sexy smell he knew would haunt him long after she was gone, but he didn’t pause to draw it in.
    Now that he’d made the decision, he couldn’t get to her fast enough.
    He was already going to be too late. Too late to spare her another ugly memory of being punished for her sister’s crimes, too late to reward her loyalty to the aunt she loved so much or to show her that he wasn’t completely rotten inside. There was still some healthy tissue hidden away in the diseased corridors of his heart. She had shown him that, but unfortunately for the both of them, the discovery had come too late.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Jackson
    Outside on the patio, Jackson glanced down through the web of bars on the roof of the kennel to see Hannah asleep, curled into a pitiful ball in one corner of her cage. A sharp, slightly sour smell rose from her body, sending a fresh wave of self-loathing oozing through his chest.
    He knew that smell. It was the smell of terror and captivity, made familiar from his first days in prison when his clothes had been constantly damp with sweat despite the chill in his cell. It had taken a week for his body to adapt to living in a cage, but his mind had never adjusted. Once you’ve known what it’s like to have