hell, Sarah?”
I put the knife down very carefully. “Mark. Do you agree with your mother’s decision?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you agree that I am not actually family?”
Mark rubbed his face, looking exhausted. “Babe, don’t twist her words like that. You know that’s not what she actually means. She just wants nostalgia, you know? She wants it to be like when continue reading …
