The same thing Nyla tried to tell him, the same thing he shouted down, had come back with medical proof.
And as Terrence sat in that parking lot afterward, staring through the windshield with a bottle hidden in the glove compartment, one thought kept pounding in his head:
He had destroyed a good woman for a lie his pride wanted to believe.
While Terrence’s house was drowning in regret, Nyla’s life was slowly, quietly changing.
Not overnight. Not with magic.
