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

Bentley was shaken by what he saw, but he managed to keep it together—way

more than Lucy did.

Even though he was rattled, he didn't let it show. He turned to Lucy, gave her

hand a reassuring squeeze, and gently guided her to a chair so she could pull

herself together.

Lucy sat there for a long moment, struggling to catch her breath. It wasn't until

then that she finally noticed Amy lying on the floor. Her hand trembled as she

pointed at her daughter. "Honey, Amy's still there—we have to help her!"

Amy was the daughter they'd fought so hard to get back. The last thing Lucy

wanted was to see her hurt again.

"Just take care of yourself first," Bentley said with a frown, his tone edged with

impatience. "She's not going to die." Even so, he listened to Lucy and went over

to Amy, carefully helping her sit up.

when he saw it: tiny shards of glass stuck in

bruises. Bentley glanced at the

by the shoulders.

fingers to the spot above her lip, trying to wake

her vision

locked room. Ignoring the pain in her body,

into herself, shaking like

am. I won't sneak out

she whispered,

like she was

felt a pang in his chest. No matter what,

you," he said,

Daddy what happened?"

Amy more. She tried

his arms, but she was no match for his strength. Bentley

hurt herself. In the end,

his embrace.

soon after. Once Amy

slowed. She finally calmed

Amy's bedside, her face filled with gentle

as Amy opened her eyes, Lucy leaned

"Amy, how are you feeling? Are

just stared, dazed. Then she caught something