I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

consequence she had faced in years.

By nine o’clock, Derek came downstairs dressed and carrying one suitcase.

Caroline stood.

“Where are you going?”

“My brother’s.”

“Does he know?”

“He will.”

“You’re leaving me with this?”

He looked at her.

“This marriage has been dead for months.”

Caroline flinched.

Richard moved forward, but she raised one hand.

“No, Dad.”

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