s side, his face a mask

arah? Are you completely i

her hand with exaggerated concer

r voice hoarse. "I threw the bag, no

ready cooing over Tiffany, dabbing at

et you a new one. Ten new ones!

y against Mark, managed

you' re too

rah, her eyes filled

about the blood. But it reall

deliberately pressing on the painful, bruised area aro

nterpreting it. "She looks pale. Maybe we should draw more o

otested, horrified.

" Mark said dismissively. "

k of pure, unadulterated malice over her shoulder. Th

s personal phone buzzed. An email notification from a high-end Chicago bridal

heir upcoming anniversary. A wave of nausea hit her. She rememb

bled as she dial

well. I need to cancel the

er end was brief. "Of