The Bound Between Us

It all started with Autumn.

Julie's reputation had been destroyed, and Autumn was determined to get even- an eye for an eye-for her daughter's sake.

She lingered in the attic for a while, quietly sitting by Julie's urn. When she heard a car engine shut off outside, she knew Mr. Walker was home. Calmly, she left the attic and locked the door behind her.

As Autumn came downstairs, Mr. Walker was just stepping inside, smiling. "Autumn, go change. I want you to come with me tonight to a work dinner."

Autumn faked a cough, pressing a hand to her chest. "I'm not feeling well. Maybe I should sit this one out. Besides, I never really know what to say to your colleagues."

Mr. Walker was on top of the world these days, and he wanted to show off his wife a bit, let her enjoy the spotlight too.

"Since when are you sick?" he asked, his tone gentle. "Did you see a doctor?"

"I did. It's just a slight fever-nothing serious." Autumn sank into the sofa. "Give me a little rest and I'll be fine."

"Alright." Mr. Walker reached out to check her forehead. She felt perfectly normal to him.

A little guilty, Autumn coughed again for good measure. Mr. Walker let it slide. "Go upstairs and rest, okay? Maybe you're just not used to the water here."

"Okay." Autumn just wanted to get away before he started asking more questions.

way upstairs. As soon as she was gone, Mr. Walker's expression changed. He called

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looked puzzled. "She seems fine, sir. Although, she does spend

The attic?

from there once before. Curiosity got the

attic door

he nor the housekeeper had a key. Autumn kept it with

called, reminding him he was late. With a sigh, Mr. Walker let it go and left

slipped out of her room. She knew he was starting to get

errand, then quietly carried Julie's urn to the car and drove to

family mausoleum for now. She was waiting. She wanted Anastasia to pay before Julie

She missed her grandchildren, and with the

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scandal, Katelyn was in no

going out at all

Some people simply gossiped behin her back. Even a quick trip to

stares and whispers ne

picking up calls, and devoted herself to her three grandchildren, figuring

were too young to understand, but eight-year-old Pattie