At my twins’ funeral, with their tiny coffins before me, my husband arrived beside his mistress and hissed, “God took them because He knew what kind of mother you were.”
The impact sent me twisting sideways toward the floor. My temple struck the polished wood with a hollow crack that made the mourners gasp. Silas grabbed my hair, lowered his mouth to my ear, and murmured: — If you speak again, you will join them in the ground.
His lover, Margot, watched everything with a faint, icy smile.
