Life had settled into an uneasy routine of smiling her way through designing the ad campaigns at work, dodging customers at the Dragon, and tiptoeing her way around Devlyn’s wrath at home. After so many years of practice, functioning as if nothing troubled her was an act she could pull off with little effort. She glanced at her computer. The email was a birthday reminder. “Charlotte?” Her supervisor popped into Charlotte’s office. Charlotte turned to face her. “Almost got the preliminary sketch done, Erin.” She held up the pad for Erin to see. “That looks great, honey.” Erin picked up the pad and turned it so the light from the window illuminated it. “I like the art-deco feel of it. Will be super in full-color.” She set down the pad. “Is something wrong, honey?” Charlotte brushed away the tear that had crept down her cheek. “No, but today would have been my mother’s sixty-fifth birthday.” Erin came around the desk to hug her. “Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry.”
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