HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

stolen from me.

He simply did not know it yet.

CHAPTER ONE
THE WOMAN OUTSIDE THE PHOTOGRAPH

The Sterling townhouse on East Seventy-Ninth Street had twenty-three rooms, six fireplaces, three generations of portraits, and no place where the truth felt welcome.

We returned from Washington shortly after midnight.

Rain polished Manhattan into black glass. The continue reading …