Chapter 61

The ball dropped. It crashed. Deafening. Piercing. Call Tom ... That suggestion didn’t bode well with me.

“And why would I do that?” Did I miss the memo? Was I his puppet now?

“Guessing by the way you’re looking at me, Rhema, it’s probably for the best that you do.”

Smug now, was he? Well, he could ...

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