Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

you, Clara,” she said, her eyes shifting toward the office door. “You cannot expect to manage that massive place by yourself forever.”

“I managed it before you entered this family, and I will manage it now,” I said.

Nicole stood up, grabbing the red scarf from the desk and stuffing it into the pocket of her orange coat with a single, aggressive motion.continue reading …