Don’t Beg for Love
A banner stretched across the far wall in elegant gold script, the kind you’d hire a calligrapher for, simply reading:
[Welcome To The Family, Annalise.]
A woman broke from the crowd first, moving fast for someone in heels that tall, and before I could brace myself she’d pulled me into a hug so tight it knocked the breath clean out of me. She smelled like jasmine and something warm, like fresh bread, and she was already crying before she’d said a single word. “I’ve prayed for this day,” she whispered against my hair, voice thick. “You have no idea how long I’ve prayed for this day.” Behind her, a tall silver-haired man approached at a slower pace, dignity intact even as his eyes shone suspic
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