The Woman Who Moved On
you do," Mark commented wryly the next day
dark look. "Don'
has a point abou
turning back
alone in his offic
go, sitting up late w
with a complex contrac
laced a plate of his favorite cookies beside him, and foun
t so gently, he hadn
rely tha
a bitter taste.
it go. Over lunch
, Ethan. Never asked for any
sted, his voice harder than he intended. "Don' t
d himself at a bar, dr
strange, unsettled fee
Mark' s probing – it was all a dull hum ben
pounding headache, the sun gla
felt caver
ng him water, no gentle
he first time, it didn' t feel l
lence. It was his father' s perso
or Mrs. Miller... I mean, for Sarah. He says she was the only one who understoo
eam of doctors and a nutritionist. Hire a spec
s very insistent... h
Sr.' s booming, a
ay to fix this. That girl knew things. She paid att
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