of it.
“What is this?” he asked again.
Beth said, “You tell us.”
His eyes flicked to the photo. Then to me. Then back.
For one split second, I watched him choose.
Not truth.
Never truth.
He scoffed. Actually scoffed. “Are you serious right now? Madison stopped by to drop off fabric samples for the nursery chair. I was changing because your dog knocked coffee continue reading …
