A Compass, A Betrayal, A Life

ed in my husband' s suit pocket, for an "Ocean View Suite" f

man, his new assistant, Chloe Davis. They were laughing, and his hand w

pped my purse outside, I heard Chloe say, "She' ll never find out, Mark. She

gned illness and leaned on him. Then I saw it: my fifth-anniversary gift, an architect' s compass

avement, my baby gone. He had killed our child. Yet, in the hospital, he sided with Chloe

uilt, and then blame me? I was lost, but a new resolve sparked within me. I was not alone. My loyal