“Every couple has special days they hold onto and remember. For me, February 11th will not only be remembered as the day we were to say ‘I do,’ but as the day I killed the love of my life.”

—Knock-Knock—

“Ahem, Yeah. Who is it?” Billie asked, clearing her throat.

In all my 32 years of living, I’ve never wanted to curse at momma as bad as I do now. I should’ve known she was up to something when she barged into my room, demanding I be the one to pick up the order for her book club’s luncheon. Honestly, it being seafood should’ve been the dead giveaway, but who can deny a request from Celestine Haris? Not me, apparently.

“I feel no shame for being the woman I am… but I’d be lying if I said there weren’t moments where I hoped I was a bit softer. Moments like now, if I’m being honest. But I can’t be that for you. This cannot be.”

“So you will condemn me because of your cowardice?”