The Phoenix Wife

oom. She walked out the front

, carrying the scent of p

to think,

eeded

ead-end town. He was different now, successful. Owned a trucking company in Philadelphia. He'd

since he got into trouble as a kid, grand theft auto

house, Mrs. Henderson, an eld

ne, Mrs. Henderson?

red her in, her ey

umber on the worn

voice was dee

Sarah. Sar

Sarah? What's wr

embling slightly. "And Jake... he wants a divorce. He'

m swear unde

ght now?" Mike asked, his voi

ghbor's. But I don

ed here, tie up loose ends. Don't go back to that house if you can help it. Don'

t know," Sar

Keep your phone on if you have one, or stay

u, Mike.

k me. Just

hun

Henderson, a sliver of hope piercing

in her arms. She couldn't go to her parents' yet. Th

s, her father, David, his lungs already ravaged by b

er... your real mom... died when you were

pragmatic mother, h

them in that first life pressed down on her. She couldn't face their

ad to be stron

d her house,

greasy moocher, was lounging on her porch swing, already c

athering fo

is. About time. Jake said you'd make

he doorway, Tiff c

d. "And Tiff needs some ginger ale and crackers. Morning sickness, y

joying her new p

expectant faces, her

ide her spread,