PART 2 – My Ex-Husband Was Living on the Streets

was a woman I had never seen before.

She looked about thirty, with dark hair, a cream blouse, and one hand resting protectively on her stomach.

Pregnant.

On the back, David had written two words.

Find Clara.

I did not sleep that night.

By morning, I had searched every database available to the public. Clara was too common a name. Clara Vale. Clara Whitmore.continue reading …