“Some ghosts really don’t understand when they’re supposed to stay buried.”
I smiled back.
Vanessa had absolutely no idea how appropriate those words were.
Five years earlier, my marriage had collapsed in less than a week.
Alexander received photographs of me entering a hotel with another man.
Then came emails.
Messages that supposedly proved I had been having an affair.
At the time, I was eight weeks pregnant.
I begged him to listen.
He refused.
“You humiliated me.”
“The emails aren’t mine.”
“Stop lying.”
“The photographs don’t mean what you
