From Lies To Loyalty
She smiled brightly, arms spreading wide in genuine welcome.
I rose to meet her, accepting the warm hug.
Charlotte had always been one of the few tolerable ones—Ryan’s wife who somehow kept their childless marriage afloat for over fifteen years despite my brother’s emotional refrigerator tendencies and unfaithful ways.
Credit where it was due; the woman had steel in her spine.
We pulled back, and she tucked a strand of her shoulder-length bob behind her ear, still smiling. “Last time I was here, they told me you’d moved out. Let me guess—Father dragged you back into the fold?”