He Hid Eleven Years of His Mother’s Invitations in a Cedar Box — and Told Both Sides the Other One Was the Problem

Dragged into the light and made to perform in front of witnesses, it can only ever look like cruelty.

That, in the end, was the whole strategy of the cedar box.

I did not need to win an argument with Grayson.

I only needed to make him have it somewhere he could not have it alone with me.

Chapter 13 — Her Own Handwriting

Marguerite was not listening to any of it anymore.

She had reached into the cedar box with both hands, and she was lifting out the thick stack of envelopes, and she was turning them over, one after another, and going white to the lips.

Because she knew that handwriting.