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.

doctor’s office.

over the angiogram to the doctor, who, after a thorough check–up, reassured her there

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

find Evelina clutching her belly, sitting

soon as Evelina saw her she shot to her feet

getting hurt. How bad is it? Can I go

to pick up a bunch of flowers from the chair

landed on the bouquet of bellflowers

work part–time at a flower shop and knew all too well

meant being born out of passion, dying for love,

were two rather cold flowers with lousy meanings, totally not the kind

picking these two for Remington

“Nope”

her

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

neat if my little one could have Remington as a godfather.”

being swarmed

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