for an entire afternoon.”
I stood up. “The second bracelet,” I snapped. “Don’t tell me it was guilt money.”
“She’s dying.”
I paused.
“Marta has stage four pancreatic cancer. They gave her weeks. I wanted her to have something beautiful before. Something to thank her for…” Nolan dragged a hand across his face. “For you. For our life. For all the years she continue reading …
