my daughter. Her tiny fingers were tangled in the fabric of my hospital gown.
“Congratulations,” I answered quietly.
Adrian chuckled.
“Still so cold. That’s exactly why our marriage died.”
“Why are you calling me?”
“To invite you. Vanessa thinks closure would be healthy for everyone. We don’t want any bitterness lingering around.”
Vanessa.
My former executive assistant.
The same woman who smiled sweetly and complimented my outfits while sleeping with my husband during business conferences in Miami, Dallas, and Los Angeles. The same woman who brought me coffee every morning
