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ll us where you got
a. She sat at a round table draped in white linen, surrounded by the perfectly manicured women of Manhattan's Upper Ea
na said, forcing the corners of her mo
t whose husband owned half of commercial real estate in Connecticut, lean
up her crystal water glass, the con
Adina tuned them out. She stared at the elaborate floral centerpiece, feeling the familiar numbness creepin
under the table, pulling her phone from her clutch. The screen li
air back, the legs scraping against the
into the thick carpet, and pushed through the heavy glass doors onto the terrace. The November
to answer
, and utterly devoid of warmth. "You need to
ing through the fabric of her dress. "I'm at the lunch
room for argument. "Cierra is back. H
e name hit her like a physical blow to the solar plexus, knocking the air out
a pressed. "Bring Dorman. It's a
She drew in a ragged breath, the freezing air burning her throat. She didn't want to go. She
was an Ayers. And Ay
o the phone the day they signed the marriage license. It rang. And
at, and stripped of any inflection. It was the
y mother just called. She wants us at the
e that made Adina's skin prickle. She could hear the faint hum of a
he London board in an hour," Dorm
ence? Your wife's sister returns after two years, and
decisions in that boardroom affect ten thousand jobs. You
was his favorite weapon, reducin
rembling despite her effort to control it. "
t." The lin
Manhattan skyline, the buildings blurring through the sudden sheen of
washed over her again, but she felt nothing. She grabbed her clutch
black Rolls-Royce idled at the curb, a silent be
Mrs. Cannon. Back
. The massive, empty space on Fifth Avenue that smelled li
oice hollow. "Take me to the
a solid, expensive thunk, sealing her inside. As the car pulled into traffic, Adin
, driving toward a church filled with people who looked at her like a stock portfolio. She remembered Dorman's f
r duty as M
to her on their wedding day. Not '
lly wanted. The woman he was supposed to mar
the back of her throat. She was trapped in a g
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