Demolition Before the Bloom

can’t,” Emily whispered, a cold sweat breaking out across the back of her neck. The massive crystal chandeliers overhead seemed to sway slightly, the bright light piercing her eyes. The heavy scent of roasted prime rib, rich perfumes, and blooming white lilies was suddenly suffocating. Her stomach tightened in a hard, painful knot—a Braxton Hicks contraction continue reading …