Teresa. Alone. No perfume, no containers. Just a small bag of pastries held in both hands.
“I didn’t come to eat,” she said quickly. “I came to talk.”
Valerie looked at her from the doorway.
“Talk.”
Teresa squeezed the bag. “I was harsh with you. And a coward. I knew Andrew wasn’t the way he claimed. But I liked bragging that my son took care of everything.continue reading …
