She was still struggling with postpartum depression back then; returning to Zion City or seeing Remington again had never crossed her mind.

It wasn't about provoking Remington. But who knew he'd react like a madman upon hearing the news?

"Just call him brother already!" Remington's voice was deep and firm once again.

Lizetta's chest heaved slightly. "Why should I listen to you? Open the car door, or I'm calling the cops!"

As she reached for her phone, Remington just watched her.

"Go ahead, call them. I won't let you out of the car unless you agree to call him brother."

His voice was cold and stubborn.

Lizetta paused, her finger hovering over the dial button, realizing he wasn't joking.

Even if the police came, he wouldn't let her go. She couldn't afford to lose face over something so trivial, not when he was ready to lose everything.

Outside the car window, Jerome was visibly getting anxious and impatient, knocking on the window more forcefully.

"Mr. Dashiell, open the door this instant!" he demanded.

a moment, tired and exasperated as she

you stop being so

were cut off by his

rightfully mine, holding all our memories and stories, Liz. You can resent me, hate me, ignore me, but you can't cruelly erase

oppressive, but Lizetta

her mouth to speak, but the words

earlier in the country club's restroom, when he mentioned washing clothes forher

came crashing over her like waves, nearly

child to a woman at the Dashiell family home,

brother had been

of her

breathe, she

turn his head, a layer of sadness glistening in his deep,

even if we're not spouses or lovers, I'm still your brother. You can't call anyone

he'd make sure they wouldn't live

called him brother, he wanted her to only think of him when she thought of a

turned back to her, his gaze cold again, but

had no doubts; if she

felt choked, and with a tremble of her lips, she

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