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

the sharp sound loud in the small space between our chairs.

“We already ordered some water,” Lily said, her voice quick and slightly overlapping Damon’s next breath. “Do you want to see the menu?”

“Of course,” Damon said, reaching for the leather-bound folder resting on the table.

He did not look at me, not even when his sleeve brushed against my green continue reading …