The Neglected Wife's Maine Escape
y, her resignation letter in her hand. She' d worked there for
ater bottle sat next to her computer. A stack of fashion maga
y sweet, smile spreading across her face. "Oh, Sarah! Hi! Mark said
tillness settle ove
aguely. "For my volunteer work. I' m ho
emergency' at Tiffany's. "Oh, hey, Sarah. Just helping Tiffany get set up." He saw her
ded like stones. "I'm resigning, Mark
? Why? Is this about Tiffany usin
ence finally finding its voice, and a legacy waiting for her in Maine. The library there, her father had said, wa
fany' s. The sight of Tiffany' s belongings, so casually placed, so quic
okmark her father had given her, tucked s
o Maine," Sarah sa
ghtly. Mark just looked con
was nothing left to say to
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