I Married My Best Friend’s Grandfather For Money

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“Look at me, Tamra.”

I couldn’t. I was looking at the name. At the way the ink underneath was a slightly different shade than the bar that had covered it. Like the bar had been added later. By a hand that knew what it was hiding.

“Tamra. Look at me.”

I looked.

He had the face of a man who had been waiting twenty-three years to say a sentence continue reading …