The Ghost Who Came Home
Language: en
Six years after the Forrester family had coerced me into divorcing my husband to make room for their preferred, real daughter, I saw them. Liam Prescott, my ex-husband, and my brother, Grant Forrester, walking straight toward me across the wide lawn of the city park. Liam held our seven-year-old daughter, Phoebe, while he looked at the quick, stylized sketch I was working on. He shed the sharp edges he’d once possessed, sat on the small stool in front of my easel, and scanned the twenty dollars I charged for a sitting. “Since you’re back in the States, why didn’t you reach out?” He…