s parents was, as always, a

mother, made no secre

with false sweetness as we arrived, "you' re lo

quieter, a shadow in Kare

ng a weak smile that d

immaculate, cold

ry move, her critici

h these days, Sarah. A woman should ha

inesswoman, I' d buil

knew

rsonal projects," I repli

son, just lapped up hi

oney," he said, patting my hand,

ion, mostly reminiscing about Mark' s childh

sighed, shooting me a pointed look. "So

cold. Jessi

ortably but said no

silent, picki

hen while I was "helping" with the d

torial, "Mark deserves to be happy. Truly happy. With s

lear. I was an ou

nted m

y. "I want Mark to b

searching mine for

e her

e home, Mar

uch," he finally said,

oking out the window at

dn't

solidified what

st an overbeari

plan, or at least, she

d Mark wi

ut of the pictu