"You barely got a wink of sleep last night. I finished all the transactions so You need to rest."
"It's dawn, Greta," I informed her, sipping my coffee.
"You are so shameless, sipping coffee like you own the place?"
Both of us turned to see Lovie standing at the door. The entire room was littered with fabrics and some dresses I worked on.
"Greta, fold the dresses into a box," I said, "Lovie, I am not in the mood—"
"I won’t let you do it." I froze at her words, my chest tightening. “I won’t let you take Atlas like you took Dad from me.”
How could she bring that up now?
I turned to leave but she caught my arm. My heart skipped a bit as the past flashed before my eyes.
After so many years, Lovie was blaming me for Papa's death. She knew how his death broke me. I blamed myself for
