The Malicious Plot

The night air bit into Cora's skin as she walked toward her house. It was past eight. She had spent hours sorting out a round-the-clock nurse for Martha, ignoring the lingering sting of her sister's greed. Rubbing her throbbing temples, she turned the corner and froze.

Declan’s sleek sedan idled in their driveway. The heavy front door swung open, spilling warm light onto the porch.

Cora instinct