Beyond Betrayal: Finding Her Own Path

gion." My voice was steady, cutting through the quiet.

s, the widow of his fallen partner. I cooked his favorite meal, waited for hours, onl

ain seizing me. "Something's wrong," I choked out, "Mark, help me." He sighed, exasperated

the pregnancy was unstable and risky. My mind reeled back to my

omestic bliss. "The doctor said it was just a stomach bug," I lied, unabl

"No," I said, "I will not." Sarah offered me an expensive hand cream Mark had bought he