"He packed a bag and rented a car and drove for an hour and a half. It was on a quiet street facing the ocean. It was twilight and a light breeze blew...the sign for the B&B back and forth. In his rear view mirror he saw them walking back from the beach. She wore a long white summer dress and she looked very happy and relaxed. He was handsome and held her hand like a young lover. They passed him on the darkened street, oblivious to his presence in the car. He watched until they disappeared into. However, there are some things of mine at the house that belong solely to me and are considered gifts or self-purchased. I would like those things back. If you have sold or destroyed them, an attorney will contact you about damages." Everything that's yours is in the trailer," Ed hitched. "I will not have a whore in my family!"Adam was across the parking lot before the last syllable was out of Ed's mouth. He slammed Ed against the SUV – despite the fact he still held the phone in one hand – and. {Shit! That fucking hurts.} His whole left side felt like it was cramping. But, he persevered. By the time the pain finally faded away William was so tired he wanted to fall down on the ground and catch his breath. Then…the ‘high’ kicked in. That awesome warm rush runners feel when they cross over the invisible threshold between pain and personal triumph. It felt so good. As he felt the endorphins course through his body giving him that natural high, a broad smile crossed William’s face. . She looked over at Simon, who gave her a smile and squeezed her hand. The little gesture made her feel better. She was torn between believing Emily and believing her mother. She wanted to believe her sister. Out of habit, it seemed she was falling for what her mother said. Not fair, she thought. Not fair at all. She forced herself out of her thoughts. It was a holiday, she was with family for the first time in a while, and Simon was there. Even if it was just pretending, it was good to be with.