we had to do.”
Miles leaned against the wall, arms crossing, smugness settling onto him like armor. “It’s not like you can’t buy another one,” he said. “You’re doing great. Sixteen million, right? That’s what Fern said she read online.”
Fern.
Of course Fern had said something. Of course word had traveled. In my hometown, news moved faster than truth.
I continue reading …
