Bad Decision, Great pleasures
“You hold a death anniversary for him every single month, how are we supposed to heal when you keep circling around the very thing we're trying to escape from?”
“Don't you dare talk to me about healing,” she retorted. “You won't take down that picture for crying out loud.”
I glanced at the picture at the same time that Noah did. I saw his eyes soften, followed by a familiar look of grief.
He turned back to Corabelle. “At least I can still see him smile,” he said, “not relive the worst moment of my life all over again.”
She let out a hideous snarl. “You're incorrigible.” Her heavily made up eyes zeroed on me. “And you…”