And saving her charity was the closest thing she could think of to atonement. If it weren’t for those two facts, Emelia would have been out. Done. Gone. Emelia stabbed a piece of cake with her fork. Mashed it between the prongs. She’d tried to convince herself it didn’t matter. That her life as M...
The occasional cloud waltzed far above and the air still held the remnants of the warm day. The lights of Eastbourne sparkled in the distance across water as flat as her mood. At least the weather was perfect for the evening cruise. Thank goodness. Late April could go either way, and it wasn’t th...