Chapter 241 The Good Wife's Secret Ch2

• She hides where she always does — the small pantry tucked behind the big double doors that never quite latch.
• Low shelves. Dry spices. The soft scent of old cedar and garlic powder masking the sound of her breath when it hiccups out wet against the back of her hand.
• Her silk dress pools around her knees when she sinks to the tile — wedding band cold when she presses her knuckles to her mouth like it’ll keep the sobs inside.