part 2 The man who spent eleven years blaming me for our childlessness threw me out of our home9-008v

rolling hills, green and gold beneath late afternoon sun. White chairs lined the lawn. Flowers climbed wooden arches. A string quartet played something soft and expensive near the entrance.

It was beautiful.

That was the first thing I admitted to myself.

Not bitterly.

Just truthfully.

Vanessa had taste. Or someone she hired did.

I arrived with the children continue reading …