Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Orla burst out laughing, almost in disbelief.

"Where does she get off, claiming she has it in spades? Even the medical bigwigs wouldn't dare say something like that. So, who does she think she is?"

"Some claims are so outlandish they'll twist your tongue. You say you've got a miracle cure? Then show us."

She was sure Flora wouldn't be able to back up her words. With Flora's temperament, if she had had the miracle cure all along, she wouldn't be standing here arguing. Orla thought Flora was being ridiculously foolish, spouting such an obvious lie.

"What's the matter? Can't produce it?" Orla taunted, not giving Flora time to respond.

Just as her words hung in the air, a red sports car zoomed toward her, aiming directly at her!

Orla stepped back in terror, but there was a step behind her, and she fell backward!

"Ah-"

Her back slammed hard against the concrete step, the pain so intense it brought tears to her eyes. The sports car screeched to a halt just at her feet. The door opened, and out stepped a woman in a red wrap dress, her figure striking, and she gave Orla a mocking glance.

This woman had done

confident sway, sauntered over

Connor in

the trunk," Flora

The burly men who

could it really be in

these boxes really were filled with

single dose of the miracle cure was a point of pride, yet here was Flora,

two hundred and thirty doses of the miracle

her to come pick them up.

lips; her Connor

be fake! Flora, you're lying to everyone!" Orla watched as box after box of the miracle cure was unloaded from the

be! Mr. Atticus

an influential family those on Lone Island. Mr. Atticus had used all his cunning to secure just one dose. How could Flora suddenly produce several boxes