“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

for me.

“Pregnancy has made you dramatic, Claire.”

I opened the notebook.

The first photograph showed Daniel kissing a beautiful blonde woman beside Lake Como.

The date was three months after our wedding.

Her name was Vanessa Cole.

His first love.

There were more photographs.

Paris.

London.

Aspen.

Then I found handwritten notes.

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