eekly escape, a poker game with the only f
or, uncharacteristic and unw
clothes that screamed wealth but fit her poorly, her face a mask
weet girl with pigtails I remembered, but a cold stranger
wasn't sharing joy. It was a thinly veiled directive, a
She saw me as a pathetic relic, just as Sarah had poisoned her mind into believi
. The sheer audacity, the entitlement-it was all Sar
as I said it, a new thought began to form. A wedding was a