“She’d managed to hold off until she hung up the phone, but now...now she could cry for Sabrina. Sabrina, who was dead on a hospital operating table. And the twin daughters she’d tried so desperately to stay alive long enough to give her beloved husband were in neonatal intensive care—prognosis guarded but not optimistic. Dirk was crazy with grief, Marty had just told her. Inconsolable. Oh, Bree. Bree, Juliana mourned, catching her breath on a sob. What will Dirk do without you? Oh, Dirk, I’...m so sorry. I wish I could be with you now. I wish I could say something to comfort you. But there were no words. Nothing anyone could say to bring Sabrina back, and that was the only thing that would comfort Dirk in the first wildness of his grief. How tragically she remembered that kind of grief, when it seemed as if Andre was dead to her all those years ago. Heartsick, she crawled under the covers and huddled there, shivering, but not from the cold.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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