Promises, Promises

Fallon

Naomi cups her knees while I pace to and from the window in our favorite sitting room, in my suite, which adjoins hers. The shared door is open, and beyond, a flurry of maids quickly unpack her suitcases and trunks. 

“Tell me again. In detail.”

“There’s not much else to say. Mom got a summ...

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