My Son, My War

my son was suffering under my own roof, a minute my husband was laughing in my face. The rage that had ig

ck car was waiting. "InnovateSphere headquarters,

monument to my life' s work. The space was different, colder. The recept

with condescension. She didn't recognize me. Of c

see Matthew L

ave an app

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t up from her chair, blocking my path. "I' m sorr

CFO, a man who had been with me since the garage s

aside. "Thank god you' re here," he whispered, his voice urg

didn' t have time for warnings. I knew. I walked past the stun

ir was thick with the scent of a perfume that wasn't mine. I strode toward m

door open wit

ere th

as she sat in my chair, leaning back into his embrace. They were kissing, a slow, in

of my chai

with panic. Maria, however, composed herself i

ked, her voice silky smooth

thought you were in Tokyo!" He gestured vaguely at Maria. "This is Maria Chavez

," I said, my eye

Maria out of the office. "Maria, why

is hands raised in a placating gesture. "Look,

having an affair with an

old friend. My high school ex, actually. She fell on hard times, single mom,

letting the silen

party?"

-for-one deal! I just let Ethan have a small celebration after Andrew' s

new every tell, every flicker of his eyes, ever

standing alone in my office, his pathetic excuses echoing in the sil