New York, 1936
Christmas and New Year came and went and we celebrated Joseph's first birthday. My baby was growing up before my eyes. He was walking already and babbled a few words. His father had suits designed for him and they always had matching outfits. Everything seemed great but it seemed his infidelities got was and he was driving me crazy. It was the beginning of March 1936 and I was home alone with Joseph. Charles didn't bother coming home but I knew where he was. I picked up the receiver and called his hotel room.
"Hello". His deep voice said and I broke down.
"Charles". I cried.
"What's,wrong angel". He said and I heard a bit of shuffling and I wondered if he was in bed with one of his wh*res. The thought alone made my stomach churn.
"Please come home". I said as my hand we
