![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I’m halfway across the tile floor when I freeze.Ī copy of the promissory note is on the counter. I drop my bag on the worn blue velvet chair in my living area and stride toward the kitchen, intent on finding another bottle of whiskey since I left the other with Magnolia. My decision is clear-my family can never know about any of this. Imogen is finishing her PhD, and Jury is partying it up somewhere exotic, working behind or on top of a bar somewhere, just enough to fund her playgirl lifestyle. So, I will not be telling my parents, and I sure as hell won’t be telling my little sisters. And if it didn’t, he would show up with a shotgun and try to hunt Mount down, and based on Magnolia’s information, we’d all be dead. If what Brett did would give Dad a heart attack, what Mount suggested would cause heart failure. My fingers itch to pick up the phone and call my dad for guidance, but I know I can’t. With the big payday from the fundraising event coming soon, I thought we would finally have some room to breathe. I took it one day at a time, making sure all the bills got paid, and settled Brett’s affairs. ![]()
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