~ MARY ~
I'm too old for this s**t.
Stepping out of Harrison's office, I felt the force of my rage bubbling within me, just beneath the surface and on the brink of eruption. Clutching my handbag tighter, I took a deep breath and reminded myself yet again that I was getting way too old for this.
At forty-eight, I should not still be trying to convince a grown-ass man to follow my plans. It was exhausting, maddening even. I thought back to my late husband, Charles. Gullible and stubborn, just like his son Harrison. I wished I had taken care of him way earlier than I did. Lord knew he deserved it for what he did to me.
As I walked down the hallway, I forced myself to contain my anger, plastering a smile on my face as staff members greeted me. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Williams," they said, an
