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

the hood. Damon did not unbuckle his seatbelt. He sat with both hands gripped at twelve o’clock on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the windshield as if waiting for a light to change in the empty parking lot.

The dashboard cast a pale blue glow across his collar. He adjusted his tie twice, his fingers lingering on the silk knot, before he finally continue reading …