She gave Phoebe another kiss on the forehead. She would be spared what was to come and Zoe was grateful that at least one of them would be. Little Phoebe was so at peace knowing her mother spoke with love, and truth. Zoe smoothed a finger along the baby’s soft, gently wrinkled face. Her gift was rare and a difficult one to understand. He nuzzled Phoebe’s hand which had wrapped itself around his finger. “Phoebe, my little truth teller.” The baby’s eyes opened and the deep blue twinkled as Zoe whispered, “I love you.” She knew. He handed her the first baby and she cradled the infant in her arms, smoothing a hand over short raven curls.

“They’re bringing them now.” Even as he said the words, three nurses entered the room rolling the carts. Zoe gazed at his strong features when he returned to her side. Michael went to the door and spoke to a nurse outside the room. She fought against the urge to close her weary eyes. Hours of laboring had ravaged her throat. “I want to see them.” Zoe winced and a hoarse croak struggled from her lips. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.

Lie to Me by Angela Fristoe