need proof about how that decision had been made.
He was a grown man.
Whatever Belle wanted, he had chosen to disappear too.
The injustice toward my sons was the only part of the performance that truly moved me.
Belle sensed the temperature shift.
She stepped forward with her warmest expression.
“Fiona, listen. We never meant that whole poor writer thing. That was a hard day for everyone. We never meant it.”
I almost admired the nerve.
But the previous year had taught me something.
You do not have to
