back. “Miss Vespertine, I’ve been struggling with something for a while now. And I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s best to confess.” “Okay.” I bit the inside of my lip to hide my trepidation. “I know the woman in the study that you wrote was your mother.” She crossed the room, staring at the picture of me, Bee, and my mother. “The moment I saw you, it was as if I was looking right at her again.”
This calculating B! 😆
Gonna hit Bramwell where it hurts! Honestly, I can't even be mad. My *golf clap* for the level of scheming.
