My husband let go of me at the plane’s door just to embrace his secretary… and when I pulled my ripcord, no silk came out of my pack. Instead, a shower of red petals rained down, coating the sky. As I fell like a stone over Lake Elsinore, he shouted through the intercom: “Drop the drama, Valerie. If something happens to you, it’s your own fault.”
No one spoke. The rain fell softly on the dirt yard. Gabe looked at Tommy first. Then Claire. Then the twins, who no longer looked like frightened little animals but …
My husband let go of me at the plane’s door just to embrace his secretary… and when I pulled my ripcord, no silk came out of my pack. Instead, a shower of red petals rained down, coating the sky. As I fell like a stone over Lake Elsinore, he shouted through the intercom: “Drop the drama, Valerie. If something happens to you, it’s your own fault.” Read More