During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

I don’t want it?”

Harrison sighed. “Don’t make this difficult.” I stared at him. “You said the exact same thing last night at the door.”

His face dropped. Richard intervened quickly. “We were worried sick. You drove off with a disgruntled ex-employee.”

“William didn’t try to have me declared insane.” The doctor cleared his throat. “Ma’am, that word is continue reading …