Lily twisted the red ribbon tight around her knuckles until the fabric cut into her skin.

“Rebecca is moving us to California on December first,” Lily said.

“She bought the plane tickets on her computer yesterday morning.”

The whole foundation of my life vanished into the quiet air of the living room.

My husband hadn’t had a tragic affair.

He hadn’t generously paid for another woman’s child out of guilt.

He had paid Dr.

Evans ten thousand dollars to fake a stillbirth certificate.