His Penance, Her Peace: The Quiet Atonement

e drizzle that soaked through my thin jacket. I clutched the wooden box to my

sheer, unapologetic wealth a stark contrast to my own

when I

ha

ce. He wasn' t alone. A stunning woman with diamonds sparkling at her throat was clinging to his arm. Sabrina.

ere la

isted, abstract form that probably cost more than m

e awning, a ghost watching a life that should have been mine. I

t clear, carried thro

ured vaguely in the direction I' d come from. "I thought Stella was differ

und. "You really thought a girl from

his voice dripping with amusement. He ki

e

with the force of

all a game. A twisted, sick bet between two people who had so much

ibly heavy. I turned and stumbled away, the sou