"Tell me everything," Wilma said, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "I've missed so much of your life."
I smiled slightly, relaxing into my chair. Where to begin? There was too much to share—too many years lost between us.
"I'm not sure you want to hear about my childhood," I admitted. "It wasn't... pleasant."
Wilma reached across the table and took my hand, her grip surprisingly strong for her age. "I want to know it all, Isabella. The good and the bad. Every piece of you I've been denied."
I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Well, my life now is quite different. After I married Duke Alaric Thorne, everything changed."
"Tell me about him," she prompted gently. "What kind of man is your husband?"
