Chapter 13
Mitch, dressed in a Michael Kors suit, walked along the buffet of the Biltmore dining room, filling his plate with eggs, a croissant and fruit. Parrots chirped in the tropical heat as he made his way toward a table on the patio.
When he saw a familiar hand raised high, Mitch said a silent prayer for strength. It was time. His brothers, also in black, and mother, who had decided to wear a yellow dress for her fake burial, all sat there, eating. He took the vacant chair. A waitress followed with a pot of coffee. She filled his empty cup.
He murmured, "Thank you."
His mother still seemed weak but she pretended to be fine with a smile as she said, “You look relaxed this morning, Mitch.”
Damien glanced around the breakfast area. "Where is your Tess?"
"She'll meet us at the ceme
