ured and reformed

first, in a private

p, searching sadness that melted away when

own her face as

ed, her voice thick with

r husband, my fathe

ion empire, but his eyes when he looked at

earance, the years of

la "Bella"

t resolute, I

eemed small, distant, fr

as still there,

rents for dinner. Before I l

gs Mrs. Peterson had kept for me, when I heard voices from the li

clear through

. We just need Sarah out of the picture fast. Minimize any

"Good. The sooner that barre

en l

, locked box Mrs. Peterson h

it held "imp

ver ope

, I

tters and her will,

n Mrs. Peterson' s f

ened

opy of Mark' s pre-ma

Congenital

ctical, always looking ou

ing smile tou

Diane Thompson sho

lutched in her h

Mark is moving on. You shou

my newfound com

apers, Diane. And I' v

her my si

ce finalized immedi

red. She looked su

o get rid of

e that," I sai

Mark' s car

ns on his arm, her pregn

expressions of

es. Brittany gave

arah?" Mark asked,

said. I felt nothing

to grab a few box

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