The Last Mrs. Parrish

by Liv Constantine

She saw the origin of her mother’s cheerless demeanor and poverty of imagination.

Today she felt especially comforted by the books that climbed the walls. They were a reminder that any knowledge she desired was hers for the asking.

That’s what wealth does for you, she thought. It gives you the means and the power to remain concealed from the world if you choose to—or if you need to.

Amber needed order—disciplined, structured order. And now, finally, she was the master of her world. And of her fate.

But of course, Amber thought. It seemed the more money you had, the less you had to actually come into contact with the filthy stuff.

Everything had begun with such promise. And then, like a windshield chipped by a tiny pebble, the chip turned into deep cracks that spread until there was nothing left to repair.

Dating as a means to getting to know someone is highly overrated. When your hormones are raging and the attraction is magnetic, your brain takes a vacation. He was everything I never knew I needed.