Chapter 13 · free to read
Nine days of house guard. They had taken her phones, her people, and her perch, and none of it had made the slightest difference to the temperature of the apartment.
Nine days of house guard had not softened her. Something else had been doing that for eleven months, and she had declined every appointment to slow it down.
It was not mercy, and she did not feel any. She simply understood, all at once, why a woman who had never scheduled anything in her life had suddenly become extremely interested in dates.
Two granddaughters. One sentence. Four hundred witnesses and a woman with eleven months who had declined all of them. Whatever else it was, it would be the last thing she ever ran.
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