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Chapter Forty-Seven


               The shock of Gord’s confession has invaded my blood like
            a deadly virus. The more I go over everything in my head, the
            more I feel the spikey shards of glass grinding deeper into my
            heart.
               Two whole crazy years!
               I don’t know if I should scream, cry, punch a wall or just
            lay down and die! I glare at myself in the mirror. I take a deep
            breath. The anger burning in me is making my head explode.
               He lied to me. My beautiful, sweet, once-loving husband
            lied to me! And not just once but over and over again. One year
            ago, I accused him of having an affair with her and he lied! And
            then he lied again. So many times. I can’t even imagine how
            many. And I thought I was the crazy one!
               But now the truth is finally out. And I am the one facing
            the wrecking ball, wondering if I should duck or run or just let
            it smash me to bits.
               I pick up my hairbrush and run it through my tangled hair.
            I really am a mess. Why is this happening to me. Why me?
            Why more bloody pain. Why me again?
               I drop to my knees in tortured supplication. Oh Lord, what
            am I to do? I whisper softly. Help me, God. I need to know.
            What do I do? What about Keldon? He can’t know what’s
            going on. How do I protect his little heart? I don’t want him
            growing up like this. Oh God, oh God!
               A strong urge to escape suddenly overwhelms me. Is this
            an act of God? I immediately think of my good friend Judy in
            Ottawa. I can go there. Yes, I can get away from this madness
            and try to get my head back on straight. Judy will take care of
            me.
               Judy will let me fall apart. And then she will help me pick
            up the pieces and figure out my future.
               I tiptoe into my office and dial her number. She answers


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