by Ron Goulart
He went back to his chair.
It seemed likely that Jennifer would get in touch with him. He’d been right about her husband, about what had been going on. She ought to realize that by now. He didn’t expect an apology, but at least a thank you, a goodbye.
He sat in the room the rest of the day, watching the sea go dark.
But she never called.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28