”“Love you Mom,” Caroline and I said together.‘Stepford children’ is what I heard as I was leaving the room.Running behind me she asked, “...fter your meeting, can we talk?”“About, what?” I asked, knowing full well what she wanted to talk about.“About ... the pool.”“That’ll have to wait a couple of hours, OK?”“OK, Wichie.”She did it again—Wichie. The countdown begins, 120 minutes till ... what?After going to my humble abode behind the main house, I went in and dropped my towel and my Speedo and. Her hands were soaked in blood and her sensitive nose itched with the scent of wounded flesh and fresh blood. Once she had stopped the initial bleeding, she ventured into the forest to collect herbs and moss that would cool the wounds and freeze the blood that oozed through the stitches. Even if she did everything she could, Rosalie didn’t know if he would survive; his wounds were far too deep and if any of his organs were damaged... there was no way for Rosalie to fix that. When she came. More

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