Sabrina Kane was a woman from Preston’s business circle, polished and ambitious.
I don’t know exactly when the affair began.
I only know that one evening Preston announced, glowing, that Sabrina had “found a way” to save his parents’ home.
I waited for the truth to surface on its own.
It never did.
Instead, the lie grew legs and walked all over town.
Sabrina was given a civic award at a Rotary luncheon.
The local paper ran a photo of her on the porch of the home I had bought, under a headline calling her a guardian angel.
And I let it, because I was pregnant, and tired, and still believed that decent people were eventually rewarded for decency.
I told myself the truth didn’t matter as long as Walter and Evelyn were safe under their own roof.
I was about to learn how wrong that belief can be.
PART 3
