Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 300

“Evelina, this whole thing has blown up big time, and if Me Dashiell digs up anything more on Daniel, what the heck are we gonna do if we get dragged into it.”

April was freaking out, and even Evelina looked like a deer caught in headlights for a sec, clenching the bedsheets and grinding her

teeth.

“No way, we didn’t get busted when the shit hit the fan back then, and it’s even less likely now. Just throw more cash at that Paisley dude to lay low in the sticks for another year or so, whatever it takes to keep him away from Zion City!”

Back in the day, it was April who had a middle–aged guy with the last name Paisley spread some nasty rumors about Lizetta at the Mermaid Restaurant, which got Linda, a server green with envy over Lizetta, to spill the beans to Daniel.

Daniel got suckered into trying something nasty with Lizetta, and when the whole mess blew up, April paid Mr. Paisley to skip town and lay low,

Evelina hadn’t expected this mess to still be kicking around, and now Remington was hurt because of it

She was scared stiff that her role as the puppet master would come to light.

“Got it,” April nodded.

Evelina thought for a moment, then picked up her phone and dialed Hanna,

After all, Remington got hurt for Lizetta’s sake, and that bit of news was too juicy not to share with Hanna.

the doctor’s office.

the doctor, who, after a thorough check–up, reassured her there was nothing wrong with

the doc about Remington’s condition until she felt a weight lift

to find Evelina clutching her belly, sitting right outside on the waiting chairs

saw her she shot to her feet and

I just heard about Remington getting hurt. How

she spoke, she bent over to pick up a bunch of flowers from

bouquet

work part–time at a flower shop and

of passion, dying for love, and being obsessed with

cold flowers with lousy meanings,

really outdid herself picking these two for

“Nope”

rejected her and

after her clutching the flowers, “Liz, I meanderthave to go into the room. Just take the flowers in for me, to show I care. Oh, and that thing we talked about, did you ask Remington? Is he keen

if my little one could have Remington

like she was being swarmed by a million flies,

in her tracks, spun around, snatched the bouquet from Evelina’s hands, and chucked it to