It For Me... — Puretaboo - Pristine Edge - What-s In

He slid a photograph across the table. A young woman—blonde, smiling, vaguely familiar. “My late wife,” he said. “She died three years ago. Car accident. Or so they ruled.”

Julian kept her close. His hand on her lower back was cold, proprietary. “Smile,” he whispered. “You’re happy. You’re alive.” PureTaboo - Pristine Edge - What-s In It For Me...

But Pristine thought of her mother’s trembling hands. Of the eviction date stamped in red on the notice. Of every boy who’d used her in high school and called it love. He slid a photograph across the table