After she left the rehab center, Amelia went straight to the old Sadinton family estate.
This place used to be her safe haven, her favorite kind of childhood magic, until it turned into the setting of her worst nightmares. She hadn’t been back in twenty years.
Amelia always figured Hank had either sold the property or just let it fall apart. But when she pushed open the heavy gate—it wasn’t even locked—she was surprised to see two gardeners working in the yard. The main door was new, though, and shut tight.
One of the gardeners looked up. “Can I help you?”
“Sorry to bother you,” Amelia said, “but do you know who owns this place now?”
He shook his head. “No clue. Someone hires us to come by once a month and tidy things up, that’s all.”
Her first thought was Ryan. She called him, but he didn’t answer. A weird sense of dread started to build in her chest. She was about to call again when her phone finally lit up with his name.
“Amelia?” His voice was familiar, a little rough.
She blurted out, “Are you okay? Why didn’t you pick up before?”
He laughed, a lazy sound. “Sorry. Next time I go to the bathroom, I’ll remember to take my phone.”
She rolled her eyes, but the relief was instant.
“What’s going on?” he asked, suddenly all business.
“I’m at the old Sadinton house,” she said. “Did you buy it too?”
He didn’t sound surprised at all. “Yeah. I had a friend handle it for me. I’ll have him bring the keys over to you.”
So it really was him.
“Thank you,” Amelia said, her voice steady, “but I want to buy it back from you. I can afford it now. I can’t let you do all this for me for nothing.”
She couldn’t just accept everything from him, not after what he’d risked for the Packmans.

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