White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

and the way Gary had cleared his throat during Sunday dinner. He had known about the debt even then, standing in my kitchen while Beatrice pretended to care about the spots on my face.

“They planned this before I ever suspected a thing,” I said.

“We are taking this to the bank,” Clara said, her voice dropping to a firm whisper. “But we are not going continue reading …