Good at Losing Quietly
I walked out of the lounge and called Miriam Okafor, my oldest friend and private counsel.
“Cancel my vacation,” I said. “What happened?”
I looked back through the glass at my husband, holding the son he’d hidden from me for years.
“Sebastian just made the most expensive mistake of his life.”
Chapter 4 — That’s My Girl
I was home before his supposed flight to London would even have landed. When he called that evening, I let him think I believed every word. “London’s freezing,” he lied.
“Did the board meeting go well?”