My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

the watch over.

The crystal had a small scratch I didn’t remember. Maybe it was old. Maybe I was looking for damage because I needed somewhere to put my hands.

I signed the paperwork.

Denise leaned on the counter. “You want advice?”

“No.”

“Good. I hate giving it.”

I almost smiled.

When I got home, Jorge was gone. Vernon was gone. The new locks worked with continue reading …