didn't le
ask of civility crumbling. "After everything we've d
id, opening the front door
e' d lost control of the situation so completely. He opened his mouth to
fury a palpable thing i
yes full of tears. "Oh, Amy.
Mom. He was unfaithful. I c
uldn't understand the part about being drugged or co
her voice fierce with loyalty. "You are
had cost a fortune. I sold the jewelry Julian had given me. I liquida
ily, and even though I had won the first battle, they would not give
I had a
make its presence known with a faint
ildren. But this time, they would be mine and mine alone. They would nev
ur family' s most prized possession: the Dubois patisserie recipe book. It held gener
tical fundraisers, my talent used to charm his donors. I
was a widow, and I was her only child.
knew from my future memory was on the brink of a boom
place where I could build a future,
city that held so many ghosts. I looked forward, towards the wid
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