Three times.
Finally…
The bedroom door opened.
Thaddius came in, wearing an expensive navy blue blazer that I had given him for his birthday.
Behind him stood his mother, Clarice Mercer.
Impeccable makeup.
A cream-colored silk scarf.
Pearl earrings.
He looked like someone who had never experienced a difficult day at work. Holidays& Seasonal Events
Geneviève, my sister-in-law, was leaning against the door frame, her eyes glued to her phone to check reservations for luxury hotels.
“Oh,” she laughed.
“She’s awake, actually.”
I didn’t know.
« Thaddius… »
My voice was barely audible.
