I knew the second I stepped out of that meeting that I was going to die.
It wasn't that anyone said anything or that I noticed anything. I just felt it.
Lisa's renewed strength, Lauren's return to timidity and the malice behind Charlene's eyes . . . all those things were omens disguised as people doing what people do.
Actually, now that I think about it, there were so many signs.
The letter that arrived in the mail the other day about a life insurance policy taken out in my name worth nearly a hundred million.
The flight mom booked for me to go to Cuba, the hotels, the excursions she arranged for me. . .
There were signs even before I stepped inside that meeting.
But, but I think the biggest omen of my death was me cooking dinosaur nuggets for mom. She used to make that for the tw
Aksara