I didn’t hear from my son.
I heard about him, though. Pearl’s granddaughter was friends on Facebook with someone who knew someone. Cullen and Blythe were staying in the guest wing of the Ashfords’ house in Myers Park. Laurelai had stopped posting anything at all. The Our Fairytale ✨ album had quietly disappeared.
Miles called me once, on a Thursday.
“I thought you should know,” he said. “Cullen came into my study last night with his laptop. He showed me everything. His bank statements. His credit card statements. His credit report.
