HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE
“My godsons are currently refusing to check up on their poor godmother. They won't get married, they won't give me grandchildren… retirement begins to feel quite lonely as a woman when your boys are too busy being brooding and successful.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I respond, penning her name into the ledger. I hand her the box, but before she can take it, a man in a dark suit, presumably her driver, appears out of nowhere to take the load. Through the library’s front windows, I catch a glimpse of her transport: a 2024 Bentley, gleaming in a deep, luxurious red. It looks like a drop of blood against the gray asphalt of our main street.
“I didn't get your name, Miss,” Tabitha says, pausin
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