Reborn Matriarch: Shattering The Orphan's Mask

lat-six engine tore through the

circular driveway and slammed to a halt near the

tin heels. The red soles flashed as she marched up the steps. She had just wrapped up a mass

or before Julianna

taking the trench coat. There was a notic

he foyer felt different. The suffocating tension and the lingering

s reading the paper. Camren was staring blankly at

h chair w

r and sat down. She raised o

ne dripping with sarcasm. "Usually she's reciting Sh

of his newspaper. He let out

his jaw tight, his eyes r

reshly baked blueberry pancakes and slid i

ight," Christa said, her voice light and unbothe

in her mother's eye. A slow, knowing

upted. Nobody manufactured a crisis. Grant actually put d

p a woven basket from the counter and walked o

d her coffee cu

ick and humid, smelling strongly of

pruning shears. She expertly positioned

h. "Alright, Mom. Cut the act. You finally deci

n

ts of the past twenty-four hours. She told Julianna about the recor

tter laugh. She set her coff

a spat, adjusting her gold watch. "She's

t life, Julianna had taken the fall for massive corporate fraud that Evelyn ha

he dropped the shears into the basket. She stepped

off guard by the physical affection. Then, she rela

Julianna whispered

f moment of vulnerability van

ing. "We let her dig her own grave. We let her push until t

atory approval. "Give her enough

f frantic footsteps crunching on the gr

turned th

ed mess, her uniform was wrinkled, and her eyes were swollen red. She was sp