room.
Caleb came in smug, freshly shaved, wearing a navy suit as though cruelty needed tailoring. Richard stood beside the fireplace. Vanessa sat on the sofa, diamonds flashing at her throat. Mia sat next to me, pale, with Noah sleeping against her heart.
Caleb looked at my suitcase near the door. “Finally ready to be reasonable?”
“Yes,” I said. “Very.continue reading …
