Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 55

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I glanced at the cherries. Didn’t answer. Asked instead, “Visiting Rose?”

He tucked the fruit behind his back, awkward. “Rose was freaked out. Nightmares. Jason’s been with her all week. I just… stopped by.”

Stopped by.

So my fiancé only runs into me, his actual fiancée, when he’s stopping by to see

someone else.

“Oh.” I turned to get my paperwork.

He grabbed my arm, frowning. “What is wrong with you? Rose almost died in that avalanche. You didn’t visit, didn’t even check in, and now you’re giving attitude? Wait, you were on that mountain too. How come you didn’t go with them?”

I looked down at my leg, still in a brace.

Almost laughed.

“Lucas. Do you guys think Rose is made of flesh and blood and I’m made of iron?”

He blinked. Finally looked at my bandaged leg, a flicker of concern. “You’re hurt? Bad? Did you fall?”

Then, unable to help himself, “No wonder Jason told you to wait for the next helicopter. Guess you weren’t careful enough.”

I shook him off.

In that moment, I didn’t even want to explain

“Yeah. I was clumsy.”

“Have a nice chat.”

Hopped away on one foot.

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Chapter 3

Back at the Mitchell house, lights blazed. Party in full swing.

Celebrating Rose’s “survival against all odds

Champagne tower. Flowers. Balloons.

Rose sat between Jason and Lucas in a red dress, laughing. Didn’t look like someone

who’d just survived a near-death experience.

I pushed the door open. Warm air hit me.

I shivered.

Music cut out. Everyone stared.

At me. Or at my ridiculous leg brace.

Jason frowned, put down his drink, walked over. His voice had an edge. “Where have you been? I told you to wait for the rescue team. They said they couldn’t find you, we thought you made it down on your own. Why was your phone off? You know we were

worried.”

Family.

I looked around. At the curious, mocking stares.

Where was my family?

“Phone died.”

Jason didn’t like my flat tone, but he softened when he saw my leg. “What happened to your leg? Frostbite? How many times do I have to tell you, stop with the extreme sports. Look at Rose. She knows how to take it easy. Whatever. You’re back. Go change. It’s Rose’s night tonight. Don’t kill the vibe.”

He handed me a glass of room-temperature juice and turned to go back to his seat.

Like my week-long absence was just a cold. No big deal.