His figure looked thin and lonely beneath the streetlight, his eyes red as he watched our car disappear into the distance.
I looked away without feeling a thing.
The first thing I did after arriving at our new home was call Martin.
"I've married Grant. Can you tell me where my mother is buried now?"
His dismissive voice came through the phone.
"What's the rush? You just got married. Can't you settle into married life for once? I'll tell you when I have time."
'It is happening again. It is always another delay, another excuse.'
For years, he had used the location of my mother's grave to manipulate me, keep me under his thumb, and control every part of my life.
Disappointment and fury surged through me. I said nothing else and hung up.
Grant came over and gently took my hand.
"Don'
