twenty-dollar bi

attentive. He feigned such deep affection, such sha

ually, Mark," I said, my voice calm.

you trying to get Mark's a

h, that's not appropriate. I'm with Jessica now. You

straight at her. "I'm not interested in trash like Mark. Y

up, his face red with anger. He w

r and steady, "marrying an outcast

hing – fear? – crossing his face before he masked it. He sat back

They say he's got a terrible temper. That he got into fights. Some say he's got s

, the ones that painted David as a monster,

our small house. A man in a crisp uniform got

ss Sarah Miller

r it, her eyes narr

not a che

ll-fitted suit, standing tall. He was handsome, with kind eyes and

cashier's check. For t

everal high-end department stores in t

rom "David Wilson'

eir porches at the sight of the deliv

vid Wilson." "The photo's a fake." "Where wo

gered over. "Hey, Sarah," he slurred, eyeing the check in my mother's hand. "You don't want

e by the photo and the money. This wasn'

car pulled up. He and Jessica