me, a pen she said would bring me good luck for finding a new job
esigner handbag led to my wallet being stolen. And a set of wine glasses she gave me and Mark on our a
who adored Emily, couldn't see it. "Things just seem to go wrong around you, Sara
t for you. They' re for me. They take your good fortune and transfer it to me. Your job paid for my gallery representation. Yo
I' d lost, but a new, cold resolve was forming. I was a battery, yes, but now I would choose who got drained. I reached in