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

over manicured grass. Life continued in its polished Beverly Hills way, indifferent to the fact that mine had just split open for the second time in less than an hour.

I pressed the photo against my chest.

“You’re telling me I was kidnapped?”

“I’m telling you what I know,” Gabriel said. “And what I have spent thirty years trying to prove.”

I wanted to continue reading …