A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
I didn’t answer her.
I turned my back on the whole Mitchell family.
Ethan was standing there staring up at the crystal lights hanging from the oak branches.
He looked like a man who’d just walked away from a terrible crash.
I could see the enormous grief sinking into his shoulders.
He’d built his whole future around a woman who had never really existed.
I wanted to hold him and tell him the hurt would fade.