raight to her apa
from her shoulders. No mother-in-law. No sister-in-
slept better than sh
ed her from sleep th
she saw Henry's n
r face before she
andfather knows. He's livid. We're both
him hard. Whatever had happened between her a
l co
her own pace, Allison
her ears. Miranda said loudly, "John, what's so great abou
cup down, coughing h
eyla's hand-but her sour expr
u all forgotten? Allison spent years cooking special meals for Henry's st
ourself, even the caregivers walked out on you. Who stayed? Allison. She did everything
country girl. What else can she d
nto the room. Her gaze lowered briefly as the l
take at the door-he almo
d his composure
The way he addressed her told he
s, it was clear John had never accep
eared. He said with a smile, "Allie, come here. Sit b
opped. "Wait-y
he whole 'good wife' act falls apart the moment the title's
lance, Allison walked directly to Jo
r figure entered the r
ame in w
close as he brought her inside, as though prote
o the room, his eyes land
cked into a fitted skirt. Hair like satin, skin flawle
-the one who never talked back, alway
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