I Married an Old Millionaire Everyone Thought I Was Using — But What He Left Me Was Worth More Than His Fortune

a long moment, Deborah said nothing.

Then she looked at me differently.

Not warmly.

Not quite kindly.

But differently.

“You really weren’t trying to replace her.”

“No,” I said softly.

“I was just trying not to disappear myself.”

Deborah nodded once and walked away.

That evening I sat on the porch with a cup of chamomile tea.

The lake shimmered silver beneath continue reading …