She should have insisted Devon keep the toy to himself. Not like she could have stopped him, really. But she was getting very tired of being asked questions she wasn't able to answer.
Brandsom looked fit to implode. Or tear her apart. She was sure it was in his hopes and dreams. But not with her parents present in their perfect beige living room.
"We were shopping." Her voice fell dead in her ears, weighing her down, making her throat hurt. Or maybe that was from the million times he forced her to repeat her story. "I saw the doll on our way out. It reminded me of Cole for some reason. So I bought it."
How easily she lied. How smoothly the falseness fell from her mouth, so much she even believed it when she said it, if only for that long. And even if she could tell him the truth, even i
