her play ‘auntie’ to our girl while you were planning your next getaway.”
I picked up his expensive leather suitcase and threw it toward the door. It burst open, spilling out silk shirts, a pair of her lace underwear he’d tucked away like a trophy, and several bottles of high-end antibiotics he’d bought in a panic.
“Get out,” I said.
“Mariana, I have continue reading …