to in my mother's h
t David Wilson! You faked this, didn't you, Sarah? T
"Even if I could fake a photo, Jessica, could
dn't reach his eyes. "Sarah, be honest. Did you take thi
uspicion, moments ago directe
Mark in the past, the sacrifices I'd made, h
d her chest. "Oh, Sarah! How could
ing to the Sheriff's office. Y
of her
lie's Diner, Mr. Johnson," the Sheriff said, his gaze steady on Mark. "Audited their books for the week
heir eyes shifting ba
aid, his voice firm. "I think y
h," he said, turning to me with a magnanimous air, "if you behave, maybe I'll consider helping you out l
't make Mark angry. You'll need his help
y stomach. "I want a
sonable. You know Mark has a temper. You
helped" me in my past life.
out to marry a degenerate? I don't think so." He turned
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