Reborn in Fire

The rumors of my divorce from Ryland Payne had circulated for two years.

Over those two years, he had paraded around with the secretary whose husband had once saved his life, appearing at every event and trampling my dignity underfoot.

I had never uttered a single word of complaint.

That changed on the anniversary of our son's death, when he showed up at the memorial art exhibition I had organized for our boy, with that woman and her child in tow.

The necklace around that woman's neck featured the longevity locket I had personally designed for my son.