Ashes of Lily: A Mother's Fury

screen in our living room. Lily, small

d through the speakers, distorted by stati

unmoved, a dri

e said. "A little s

ease!" I begged. "I'll go

, a harsh,

ess to my lands, didn't you? For

a truth he'd always resented. My work had fas

hat dress was priceless, Sarah. A gift from a very im

ed with a crue

I said, desperation clawing at me

lunged, his hand cla

nches from mine. "You're my wife.

the wall. My head

ou can barga

e, and I crum

earns respect," he dec

ssion unreadable, but a hi

f his wealth, his ruthlessness

and Lily was pa