Chapter 4

That afternoon, sunlight poured through the windows. I'd just stepped out of my study when Eleanor handed me a cup of coffee. "There's a family dinner tonight," she said gently. "Some of your childhood friends will be here. Come down if you feel up to it."

"Sure." I took the cup, about to say more, when my phone rang.

The name flashing on the screen made me pause—Melissa. She was Edward's mother. During my marriage, that woman never missed a chance to make me feel unwelcome. I used to bite my tongue for Edward's sake. Now? Not anymore.

I smiled…