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

it is fine,” I muttered, my voice trailing off as I tried to catch his sleeve.

“It is not fine,” Clara said, her eyes returning to mine with a firm, protective squint. “We were sitting on the patio and we heard what happened outside.”

Lily stopped twisting her rings. “Heard what?”

“We heard this man,” Clara said, finally pointing a manicured finger toward continue reading …