Walking into the Miller estate brought back memories mixed with a heavy dread. The house smelled strongly of roasted rosemary and pine. My former husband Arthur invited me to this gathering with a deep arrogance. He expected to create a dramatic scene in front of his wealthy girlfriend. Arthur wanted everyone to see me as the broken and childless woman he abandoned many years ago. He believed I had faded away into a lonely existence. He had absolutely no idea about the four beautiful children I raised since our separation.

Continue reading