rope they pulled only when consequences arrived. ‘No,’ I said. ‘You need to handle your guests. I need to give a statement.’ He lowered his voice. ‘Sarah, please. Not here.’ I looked around the ballroom.…
she reached the counter, she looked at the chalkboard menu and smiled faintly. “What do you recommend?” she asked. I knew what she was doing. Giving me the counter. Giving me the choice. Letting me…