antic on the phone

They... they wrecked the place. Da

lead for a

ivorced. Your family made it

thing of yours. Something valuable

l fortune, but more importantly, my last tangible connection to her. I'd foolishly gifted it to Ma

an hour," I said, my voice cold. "A

he bodyguards. We're g

. Furniture overturned, glass shatt

a corner. Tom looked grey and def

od! The handbag, your mother's handbag. We can sell it

ce, where the handbag sat, miracu

, imposing and si

ly towards th

mother's memory to bail ou

Sarah, please, w

hing, Mark. It makes peop

, its familiar leather

ty, "is mine. It was a gift, given in good faith, t

sweeping over their ruined li

as never in trouble. The investor pullin

topped crying, her mouth aga

slapped him. "What...

of you. I needed to see just how low you

inal. I owe you nothing. My child is solely mine

screech of fury. "You...

hold up a mirror to your

, "Give me that bag

in front of me, bloc

rning to leave. "You made you

enraged shouts foll