Mara looked older but the lines around the sides of her mouth and eyes made her appear warmer, the brittle pointedness of her face now softer with age. Prue studied her, trying to assess how Mara felt about her arrival–if she was genuinely happy to see her or if she was welcomin
She let out a sigh of relief as the plane door was finally shut with a deliberate clunk of the metal latch. It was the most comforting sound she could imagine hearing at that moment and she happily leafed through a safety pamphlet in Italian, feeling her shoulders ease and drop. She h
She had grown tired of dressing up. Somewhere — maybe in Pisa? — it had stopped being for her and started to be for an imaginary audience she couldn’t name. Was it an expectation that hung in the air? An expectation or was it loneliness? She felt sad as she roiled i
Her taxi turned right on Rue de Verneuil and lurched half a block and stopped abruptly. Since her luggage had been lost, she simply paid the driver, and stepped out onto her first Parisian street in over sixteen years. An unnatural feeling of excitement filled her feet, then her chest
Mrs. Everett escapes to London, ditches her diet, and stays at the Four Seasons and the Hotel Belgraves as she discovers English hospitality. Along the way, she finds out a terrible secret her husband has been keeping...
She made her way out into the sun, fumbling for her sunglasses, carefully putting them on before she met the full light outside the doors of LAX.
What had she done? She'd left the country and was now officially on the run from her old life.
She ignored all the though