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

composed.

“Clara, please bring tea, water, and something light to eat,” Gabriel said. “And call Dr. Bell. Ask her to be available by phone.”

Dr. Bell.

The name made me stiffen.

Gabriel noticed. “Only in case you feel unwell. I won’t call anyone without your permission.”

I sat on the edge of a pale armchair, still holding Elena’s photograph.

“Why were you continue reading …