Sara
I held King on my lap for comfort while I listened to the nonsense Cynthia and my mother tried to spin. I was so upset and disgusted that I didn't know what else to do. In the time I'd gotten to know her, I had come to expect pretty much anything from Cynthia. She was, as my husband liked to put it, a real “piece of work." But my own mother trying to seduce my husband, that was the last straw.
“Don't you have anything to add, Sara?" my mother asked me, with a note of hostility in her voice. “I thought you of all people should know how much I care about you. How I was only trying to protect you. I want the best for you, honey, and I'm just not sure that this marriage is it."
I couldn't believe she would dare to speak to me that way. She hasn't shown up for years, and she had me b
