Chapter 7: Lavender

I didn't take the call. Dante's people took his phone, his lawyers, and — over the following week — most of his dignity. I moved into the Marchetti house on a Tuesday. Hollis opened a door onto a room bigger than my entire old house, with windows onto a green valley, and I actually put my hand over my mouth. "If anything isn't to your liking, Miss Bennett, tell me and I'll change it." "No — no, it's — I love everything about it." Then I saw the nightstand. Fresh lavender. Cut that...