Love's True Reckoning

The sterile scent of disinfectant was my daily reminder: my parents were gone, killed in a car crash, and my brother, Alex, was paralyzed.

Just seventeen, his vibrant blue eyes had dimmed, and our tiny apartment reeked of medical bills we could barely afford.

I, Lily Reed, a waitress barely making rent, was all he had left.

Then, like a mirage, Mark Thompson reappeared.

Alex' s childhood best friend, vanished since the accident, now a polished, wealthy man.

He swept into our lives as a savior, moved us to a luxurious apartment, hired nurses, paid our debts.