The Mask Falls
Lauren finally snapped.
“That little brat came on to me,” she spat.
Conrad grabbed her shoulders violently.
“What did you just say?”
For the first time, real fear flashed across her face.
My son was crying now — deep, gasping sobs.
“The morning of your wedding, I begged you,” he said to his father. “You said not today.”
He wiped his face.
“So I stopped her the only way I could.”
