Chapter 936

• She knew that down in his core, Austin loved his mother.
• It was a love buried deep under layers of frozen hatred, like a seed locked beneath the permafrost—never quite able to break through the soil, yet never truly dying.
• As for Rosemary's clockwork routine, Tabitha had tracked it down to the exact minute. Every single evening, rain or shine, the older woman would walk alone to the coffee shop on the corner to buy two cups of Americano.