He Brought His Mistress To The Funeral—And The Will Left Him A Mirror

in carrying Claire’s morning medication. She was tall, striking, dark-haired, the kind of beauty that looked deliberate. Her scrubs were crisp, expensive-looking in a way hospital uniforms had no right to be. Her smile was bright but didn’t reach her eyes.

“Time for your meds, Mrs. Whitmore,” she said. Her badge read: Tessa Lane, RN.

Claire had seen continue reading …