Anne When the teacher left after the class was over, the students in the classroom started to make the usual noise when they talk to each other. I still couldn't believe that the boy sitting behind me was actually Peter Morton, so I turned to him since I already had something to talk about, which w
Anne It all started when I was 11 years old and Peter Morton wanted to kill his stepdad. “Does your Dad have a gun?” He asked when he and I were hiding in the ceiling of the ballroom where Uncle Jake's and his mom's wedding was taking place. "What?" For a moment, I thought I hadn't heard correctl
Anne That night, Peter and I had a lot of fun together. We played subtle pranks on Uncle Jake and his fiancée, things that didn't really hurt, but that took away his peace in some way, for example, like pouring olive oil in his wine, filling with salt his slice of wedding cake, putting a fart cushi
Laura “Which dish do you prefer for our supper tonight? Fettuccine with mushrooms or filet mignon with duchesses potatoes?” Jason asked me on the other end of the line. He seemed excited to prepare dinner for me, which pleased me. “Um, I love a buttered filet mignon, but I also can't resist fettuc
Laura “Lindsay! It's been a long time,” I said excitedly, going over to hug her as she entered my office room. “Oh, Laura, I missed you so much,” she said with a smile for me as she returned my hug. I really didn't have any issues with her because I always liked her. She has always been an excelle
Laura I couldn't believe that Lindsay Roberts, that is, Lindsay Bathory, was right here in front of me, begging to come back to work at Hextec with me. I mean, she was the one who had left all that behind to get married and went to live in London and started a new life there with her husband; years
Laura “Are you telling me Lindsay and Gideon are divorced?” Ava was surprised when she asked that. She and I were in the living room of a massage parlor, wearing lilac terrycloth robes and drinking sparkling wine. As agreed, after I got off work, Ava and I went to the spa. So she and I were spellin
Laura “So, Lau. Did you manage to speak to your daughter?” Ava asked when I came back to them after leaving for a while to go call Annie on the balcony of the luxury massage parlor we were at. “Oh, yes. Yes, I did,” I replied with a relieved sigh as I sat back down. “She's just busy with an algebr