They promised me that this would be my home. That girls like you would always be my sisters. But they weren't my sisters, were they?" Catherine asked, but then the lunacy broke, a quick and fleeting crack, and through it I saw anger and bitterness and rage.

If we hadn't hated him a lot, we might have liked him a little at that moment. But we did. So we didn't.

When the woman took the earbud, he didn't ask another question. She was a woman on a mission as she placed the tiny device in her ear and said, "This is Special Agent Abby Cameron. Let me talk to Macey McHenry.

Or maybe crying is like everything else we do- it's best if you don't get caught.

I'm the guy who happened to be home the night Kat came to steal a Monet."- Hale

Hey, Macey, sorry to drop in but Cammie just had to be alone with me. You know how she gets.

She pulled away and looked at him. 'I kissed you and you left.' When Kat heard the pounding, she thought it was the beating of her heart. It was too loud, she thought. Hale was going to hear it; he was going to see it; and he was going to know how much power he had to hurt her.