lying to my face?”
Lenora’s laugh was sharp. “You want a timeline? Fine. Marcus happened when you were always at the warehouse, chasing promotions. Jolene happened when you were too busy to notice I was drowning. Wyatt…” She hesitated, just a fraction too long.
My stomach turned.
“Wyatt happened when your brother was living here,” I said, voice low.
Lenora’s continue reading …
