Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
The contractor’s coming Monday.” He lifted one shoulder.
“You see how it is.”
“Harper.” Gloria’s voice came out on a sigh.
“It’s a couple of coats.”
“The camel coat was my mother’s,” I said.
No one responded to that.
Brooke smoothed the silk over her belly.
Trent stared up at the ceiling of his own foyer.