The morning after my father’s funeral, my ex-husband’s new wife came into his garden and ordered me to start packing my things and leave immediately

with my brother?”

“Let’s just say he helped us understand your father’s condition near the end.”

My grip tightened.

Dad’s voice echoed through my memory.

Handle roses firmly, sweetheart. Never cruelly. Even thorns exist for a reason.

“Leave,” I said quietly. “Before I forget my manners.”

She laughed.

“You honestly think you’re keeping all of this?”

Her eyes continue reading …