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

this,” I said, my hand resting on the plastic door latch. “They saved their own money to pay for this table.”

“Then they can enjoy it with you,” he said. “Go on in. I will wait here.”

“Damon, please. You cannot stay in the car.”

He let out a short, dry laugh that did not reach his eyes.

“I am not walking in there beside you looking like continue reading …