“Dinner is served,” I whispered, flashing Diane one last, brilliant smile.
I turned on my heel, walked out of the pristine kitchen, through the heavy mahogany doors, and out into the warm Arizona evening. I left them to their wealthy, important company, and for the first time in eleven years, I breathed easy.

End of story — Part 4 of 4
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