Then they both left the room. Seth and Rose had a few minutes for themselves. When Logan and Laura came back, they were carrying a pair of IV stands. ...ach held a red rubber enema bag and a trailing rubber hose. The bags were huge and filled to the brim, the weight of it all making each bulge out at the sides and hang heavy from their hooks. Thick, frothy soapsuds covered the top of each bag. “We have a fun little surprise for you two,” Laura said. “Logan and I have put together two very special. Butcher block counters. All the masculine stuff of remodeling shows. Money. Real money. Class.Hearing a clack behind me, I turned to look at the door. Marsh’s fingers were on the deadbolt. He raised his brows.Oh.I walked back to him and reached for his belt.“No, Lane.” He grabbed my wrists, pushed them back to my body. Air wooshed out of my chest. Panic lit my veins. Grip lightening, his gaze burned into mine. “I…I want you. You have no idea. But I need to show you—do you want. When I was a kid, I couldn’t say Michelle and it came out something like ‘shell.’ After a while, my mom started calling me Shelly and it stuck. I don’t mind it,’ she said with a small smile. ‘Are you from here?’ I asked. ‘Not far. Sedro Woolley. South down the interstate and east a bit.’ ‘Are your parents still there?’ Mom asked. ‘My dad is. My mom took off years ago. My dad’s a handyman when he’s sober. I don’t know where my mom is.’ she said sadly. ‘Oh … I’m sorry,’ Mom said. ‘Where are you. She looked at the envelopes and wondered where they had come from, then she remembered the room of boxes, and that she had never gotten back to the envelopes. She wasn't even sure how they got to the office. However, as she held each one, she knew she had to read them. She put her father's down on the desk and opened the one from her mother.Dearest Daniella,How I'm going to miss you. Your birthday was last week and now my little one is four years old. However, the doctors have given me some.