White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

the card, the thick cardstock feeling heavy and real in my hand. “Does Gary know we have this?” I asked.

“Gary knows nothing,” Clara said, her eyes narrowing as she set her glasses back on her nose. “He is still trying to get you to sign the cabin deed. He thinks you are going to give in.”

“He thinks I have no other choice,” I said.

“He is wrong,” Clara continue reading …