CHAPTER
Margot had just poured her second glass of wine when she jumped. The door. Someone was knocking on her door.
Becky.
She ran to the entryway, stared out the peephole. Like a trained dog, she thought to herself. A trained dog rushing to greet his owner, except he doesn’t realize that his owner’s never coming home.
It wasn’t Becky.
Or anybody else Margot was happy to see.
She held open the door, and her ex-husband’s new wife stepped inside.
“Hello, Candace.” Margot crossed her arms, trying to convince herself she was ready for this confrontation. The truth was, she wasn’t.
“Hi.” Candace shifted from one foot to the other. Good. Let the homewrecker feel a hint of the discomfort Margot had felt ever since she found out about the affair.
Margot glanced toward the porch before sh
