Chapter 4

The chilly night wind stripped away the cozy warmth and the homely aroma of dinner from Davidson Estate that still clung to me.

I didn't go home—not to that place Richard and I had called home for five years.

Now, all I feel there was suffocation.

I flagged down a cab and gave the driver the name of a downtown hotel.

The driver caught sight of my pale face in the rearview mirror. For a moment, his lips parted like he had something to say, but he thought better of it and pulled away in silence.

Outside the cab window,…