silent sacrifices and her deliberate omissions.
The house was just the beginning.
“Mrs. Carter,” Richard Prescott began, his authoritative baritone carrying the confidence of a man accustomed to controlling any room he entered, “while I understand there may be some family dispute happening here, surely canceling the entire wedding is an overreaction. There are two hundred guests, many who have traveled.”
“Dad, wait,” Blake interrupted, his attention fixed on the property deed Amber still clutched. “What’s this about our house?”
Victoria moved closer, peering over her son’s shoulder at the
