Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Some photos were of Leda, freshly off the rollercoaster, looking like she'd dodged a bullet. The sight was so hilarious that she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Scrolling to the end, she was about to lock her phone when she noticed two familiar figures in the background of her selfie. Her lips pursed slightly, realizing she'd accidentally caught Millie and Murray in the frame.

She was the star in the photo, and the others were mere background extras. Yet, how those two held hands made it seem like she was the intruder in their world.

...

"Sadie, Sadie!" Murray clutched his stomach, pale as a ghost, calling out twice.

But the mansion was eerily silent. There was no response.

He'd woken up early in agony. Waves of pain rolled from his stomach, leaving him cold and nauseous, but nothing came out when he tried to throw up. It was a familiar pain, his stomach ulcer acting up again. Remembering he had antacids in the house, Murray rummaged through the cabinets only to find an empty box.

Bearing the pain, he called his assistant. "Bring some antacids to the mansion, will you?"

the mansion, finding Murray pale and silent on the couch, sweating

"Mr. Sherwood, your medication."

water and gulped

with concern, "Do

waved him off. "Just

assistant left

less than an hour later, Murray was on

to pick the right ones? Can't you read or see?" Murray tried to keep his temper in check, but the unrelenting

the medication wasn't his usual brand,

Mr. Sherwood. I didn't check. Which

Roseanne used to take care of

dialed Roseanne's number. "Sorry, the number you

Roseanne had blocked him. Then, the sound of