- “What do you want to eat?” Christian asked. “I’ll make you anything you want, even those unhealthy burgers you like.”
- One week had passed since the funeral, and for the first time in a while, we sat down at the kitchen table like a normal family. No strange visitors, no maids, just the three of us.
- Christian had been extremely busy while I took all the time I could to spend time with Siena. I understood Christian was doing all of this to stop his uncle, so we could at least live a semi-normal life, so as strange as it seemed, I did not interfere.