She looked desperately at her mother, her prac
knew. Of course, she knew Falon had no i
dismissive hand at Anya. "It's just a silly pin! Falon liked it, so
rative. Theft became a gift.
er presence forcing Veronica to step aside. "Take it off yourse
nst a glass coffee table. The cryst
t Grant Sterlin
table with a soft, definitive clin
an undeniable authority. "I believe the ownership o
lear verdict. He w
ing here to impress him, to solidify the union between their families. Now, he was
to end t
rmès handbag from a nearby chair. She pulled
led a figure, tore the check from the book
high, her expression a mas
ugh for Grant to hear. "Take the money, forget th
a's grief, on her mother's memory. In Veronica
g her panic. She looked at Anya as if she we
s arrogant face. A strange, cold pity washed o
hed out
nto a triumphant smirk.
er. Instead, her fingers closed aroun
ca, Falon, and Grant, she tore the fift
rr
ockingly loud in
r to the expensive Persian ru
t for sale," she said, h
d stopped directly in front of Falon. The
tterfly brooch from Falon's dress. She didn't touch the fabri
ooch, its cool, familiar weight a
e last time to fa
h word a stone laid on the grave of their shared history. "Whatever debt you t
oor. She didn't run. She walked with a straight back and a steady pace
ving the wreckage of their lies and their fifty-thousand-dollar
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