then connected to video.
Jennifer’s face appeared, framed by blinding yacht deck white. Music thumped in the background. She wore oversized sunglasses, holding a bright orange drink.
“Well, look who finally decided to call,” she said, smiling.
“Mark’s gone,” I said flatly.
Her smile faltered for a heartbeat. Then she shrugged, taking a sip. “It was inevitable.continue reading …
