“I already survived one man who thought silence was kindness. I am not beginning my second marriage with another one.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Call Lauren. Tell her the truth. Tell her I had no idea.”
Thirty minutes later, Juliet opened her apartment door in pajama pants and purple socks. I stood there with my wedding hair falling down and my suitcase in one hand.
“Please don’t ask if I’m okay.”
Her face crumpled.
“Oh, Mom.” Mother-daughterjewelry
By morning, Max was at Juliet’s kitchen table, furious.
“Do you want me to talk to Russell?”
“No.”
“Grandpa?”
“No.”
I looked at him.
read more in next page
