Arianne had not heard that name for so long, she had to reel back in bemusement for a few seconds before finally remembering her face.
Shelly-Ann Leigh... She must have spent all those years in the mental institution, right? God knows if the woman’s hair was now grey and white all over.
When someone was near death, one could stand to forgive all of the history between them — even the dark ones, even if the ledger was brimming — for good. So, Arianne replied, “I’ll go with you. No matter what happened, she’s still your mother.”
Mark did not expect that answer from her at all. In his surprise, he bent down and left a kiss on her lips. “I knew I picked the right woman as my wife. I thought you wouldn’t agree to let me accompany her for the last of her days...”
Arianne replied nothing. She was not so obtuse that she would try to win over a woman whose days were numbered. No matter how much of an a**hole Shelly was, Arianne was still the one who came out on top. That victory was all she needed.
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