“While Cleaning Like He Demanded, I Found Something Inside His Ficus That Made My Blood Run Cold”

twenty-three years.”

“That,” Georgina said with a fierce smile, “we can definitely arrange.”

Angel arrived that evening just as Rick pulled into the driveway. I had spent the afternoon cleaning up the broken pot and practicing my performance of contrition. When Rick walked through the door, I was waiting with apologetic, nervous energy.

“Rick, I’m so continue reading …