They Won $85 Million And Kicked Me Out—Then I Asked One Question

to die young like your dad, do you?”

The table went absolutely silent. The air seemed to freeze.

I looked down at my plate, my throat tight, and murmured quietly, “Your dad ate this stew until he was eighty-five and his heart was still healthy. It was the smoking that got him, not the stew.”

Belle smirked, that particular expression of superiority she’d continue reading …