OLIVER

The early afternoon sun shone through the large expansive windows in Pierce’s kitchen and breakfast nook where Mari liked to have her breakfast glass of orange juice. I never partook in in the event, but I noticed from afar. It seemed to be the one time of day she and Pierce had a moment to talk, and I never wanted to interrupt their time.

It may have been because I was a good man and wanted my cousin to spend time with his fake fiancée, but more than ...