slid it across the table.
“Read it,” she said.
My hands trembled.
“I’m trying.”
“She wrote that Grant wanted out of your marriage. He wanted her and me too. But he didn’t want to look like the man who left his wife and child overseas.”
I looked up.
“You heard them arguing.”
“I heard Claire say he promised to leave you,” Tara said. “I was eight, but I knew continue reading …
