to in my mother's h

t David Wilson! You faked this, didn't you, Sarah? T

"Even if I could fake a photo, Jessica, could

dn't reach his eyes. "Sarah, be honest. Did you take thi

uspicion, moments ago directe

Mark in the past, the sacrifices I'd made, h

d her chest. "Oh, Sarah! How could

ing to the Sheriff's office. Y

of her

lie's Diner, Mr. Johnson," the Sheriff said, his gaze steady on Mark. "Audited their books for the week

heir eyes shifting ba

aid, his voice firm. "I think y

h," he said, turning to me with a magnanimous air, "if you behave, maybe I'll consider helping you out l

't make Mark angry. You'll need his help

y stomach. "I want a

sonable. You know Mark has a temper. You

helped" me in my past life.

out to marry a degenerate? I don't think so." He turned