“Eveline was right. None of the Whitman family men are good men. If any one of us were even half the man Grandfather was, perhaps the women who love us so much would not have been so deeply hurt.”

He raised his frosty and fierce gaze.

“I’ve already turned over a new leaf, Felipe. What about you? Will you not own up to your mistakes? You would go and surrender yourself if you have even the slightest bit of conscience left in you. Or you can wait until I hand the police the evidence they need.”

Jeremy warned solemnly as he gave Cathy’s tombstone one last look, his deep gaze filled with hurt. Then, he turned to leave.

Dazed, Felipe stood in the wind with Cathy’s ashes held preciously in his arms. A deep swirl of emotions flashed in his eyes.

“Don’t worry. I promised you, so I’ll make sure it happens. Wait for me.”

He left with the wind blowing in his face and her urn in his hands.

…

Madeline took care of Lillian in the hotel until Jeremy returned at nightfall.

She prayed that