My Husband Demanded My $5 Million Lakefront Deed to Save His Failing Company—Then His Mother Shoved Me Down the Stairs and He Served Me Divorce Papers in the Hospital
The scratched wood felt safe.
Perfection means very little.
I left the scratch.
PART 79 — ONE YEAR
On the anniversary of the fall, I expected something.
Panic.
Grief.
Anger.
Instead I forgot until lunch.
Then remembered while cutting an apple.