“Your nine-thirty is waiting for you, Congresswoman.”
Walking through the Capitol Building, Deborah frowned at her aide. “I have nothing on my schedule until after lunch.”
“Your nine-thirty is waiting for you, Congresswoman.”
Walking through the Capitol Building, Deborah frowned at her aide. “I have nothing on my schedule until after lunch.”
His guts wanted to expel themselves all over his shoes, but he forced the bile down and focused on Bella.
Without his wife, he had no soul. Nothing but a black void.