Mercer, Seat 4A. Philadelphia to Providenciales. Amber Langley, Seat 4B.
“I was in the glass corridor,” I said. “I saw you. I saw her. I saw your mother. I saw Brooke. I watched you kiss Amber while telling me you were in emergency surgery.”
“Cass, I can explain.”
“No,” I said. “You can’t. But I can.”
I laid out restaurant charges, hotel bookings, jewelry continue reading …
