She didn’t apologize. She simply sat down in the armchair, her face an unreadable mask of stone.
Rowan closed the silver binder. She didn’t scream at our mother. She didn’t apologize to me. She stood up, her movements jerky and mechanical like a broken marionette, and walked toward the front door.
Cormac didn’t block her path. Sawyer didn’t take a single continue reading …
