He Brought His Mistress To The Funeral—And The Will Left Him A Mirror

headscarf back as Claire vomited until her ribs ached.

“This is new,” Jenna said, alarmed. “We should call Dr. Lin.”

Claire stayed still, breathing hard, something else settling into her mind like a cold coin dropping into a slot. “Jen,” Claire whispered. “What date is it?”

Jenna blinked. “October fifteenth. Why?”

Claire’s hands began to tremble. “I’m continue reading …