ured and reformed
first, in a private
p, searching sadness that melted away when
own her face as
ed, her voice thick with
r husband, my fathe
ion empire, but his eyes when he looked at
earance, the years of
la "Bella"
t resolute, I
eemed small, distant, fr
as still there,
rents for dinner. Before I l
gs Mrs. Peterson had kept for me, when I heard voices from the li
clear through
. We just need Sarah out of the picture fast. Minimize any
"Good. The sooner that barre
en l
, locked box Mrs. Peterson h
it held "imp
ver ope
, I
tters and her will,
n Mrs. Peterson' s f
ened
opy of Mark' s pre-ma
Congenital
ctical, always looking ou
ing smile tou
Diane Thompson sho
lutched in her h
Mark is moving on. You shou
my newfound com
apers, Diane. And I' v
her my si
ce finalized immedi
red. She looked su
o get rid of
e that," I sai
Mark' s car
ns on his arm, her pregn
expressions of
es. Brittany gave
arah?" Mark asked,
said. I felt nothing
to grab a few box
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