~Lynlee~
MRS. R
| Lyn, we’d love to see you for the holidays. It’s such a comfort to have you here now that our Samuel isn’t around. Thanksgiving dinner will be at 3pm as always. Please join us.
I stared out the window, the text message the only thing running through my head. It had been almost two years since I saw the Russels. Some of the guilt had finally started to fade away not being confronted with their undeserved affection for me. After all, I had killed their son.
Memories of the last time I put myself through the gauntlet with them pushed at my consciousness. They weren’t bad people; in fact, they were the exact opposite if you could ignore the prenup talk. Being Old New Englander money, Mr. Russel always felt a certain way about my lack of assets coming into their family bu
