he took his coffee, and the small crease that appeared between his eyebrows whenever he was worried.
Yet during the last weeks of his life, while I was sleeping in a chair beside his hospital bed and praying that he would survive long enough to meet our second child, another woman had apparently been visiting him.
And I knew absolutely nothing about her.
I was six months pregnant at the time.
Our daughter, Lily, was four.
Our savings were gone, our debts were growing, and the man I had loved