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

table, watching his father with a steady, unblinking gaze that felt older than his twenty years. He cracked his knuckles once, the sharp pop sounding like a dry branch snapping underfoot in the autumn woods.

Damon adjusted his collar, his hand shaking so much that he missed the button twice before dropping his arm to his lap. He looked continue reading …