The Slap That Ended Everything

I said.

He looked sick.

Then the ballroom doors opened and Jean Pruitt walked in wearing a navy suit and the expression of a woman who’d missed dinner for billable reasons. Mark Delaney was beside her, tie crooked, carrying a hard case. Linda came behind them in low heels and a beige cardigan, looking exactly like somebody’s aunt who’d brought a casserole continue reading …