Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

spot by the radiator,” he said.

Jake tapped his spoon against the edge of his water glass, once, twice, the metal clinking softly against the glass.

“Did she get the spot out?” Jake asked, his eyes fixed on his father’s face.

“She never gave up on anything,” Damon said, looking back at me with a soft, steady expression. “Even when she probably should continue reading …