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

the tray table beside her, screen dark. She’d stared at it long enough to memorize the absence. Grant was supposed to come yesterday. Instead, he’d called and offered another excuse, another “I can’t move this meeting,” another apology delivered with the tone of a man complaining about weather.

Third time this month.

Claire didn’t cry anymore when he continue reading …