A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
“You wanted to see the best in someone you loved,” I said.
“That isn’t a crime, Ethan.
It’s just a risk.”
Ethan drew a slow breath and reached for the toast on the plate.
He picked it up but didn’t bite into it.
“Look, she lied about the whole timeline,” Ethan said.
“The vendor contracts.
The date she booked Belle Meade.