chapter 18
Mandi
Nic’s mother was gonna die in three, two—
“Dominic, are you sure there are no other dorm rooms available? Perhaps a larger suite? I’m sure a simple phone call from your—Mandi, please be careful with that box. The crystal is used, but still highly valuable—what was I saying? Oh, yes, your father would be happy make a phone call on your behalf. This kitchenette just isn’t sufficient for your needs.”
I was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a box labeled Waterford ready to bash Mrs. Marcelli over the head with it. I must’ve still been in shock to see her in Nic’s dorm, ordering us where to place his moving boxes. Why else would she still be alive in my presence? I was stunned that I was able to be in the same zip code, not to mention the same room, with that woman
