right to ask for anything. She knew Lauren had been invited to that wedding not as a sister, but as a resource. For one brief second, shame flickered across Emily’s face. Then Mark honked from…
nothing else left to do. Winter came quietly that year. One cold evening, Lorraine stood in the sunroom with a mug of tea warming both hands. The glass reflected the soft lamp behind her and…
gray sky beyond them. “My husband was not a complication,” she said. “My son was not collateral damage. They were loved. That is all I want remembered.” She walked away before anyone could ask another…