Chapter 4

I let out a hollow laugh. A light rain began to fall, and I tilted my face to the gray sky, feeling the darkness ready to swallow me whole.

I was home, the freshly printed divorce papers on the coffee table, when Andrew walked in.

He hadn't been home in days, consumed with caring for Jessica. So he had no idea Judy was dead.

Not that it mattered anymore.

He stopped short when he saw me.

Jesus, Vivian. You still look terrible, he said, his brow creasing with that same concern. Are you sick Let me take you to the…