SUNDAY 2PM – SYLVAINStanding outside the back door of the exhibition hall, I take a deep drag on my cigarette as I think about my mother's word of warning. She's right, of course. Mama is always right.
I know it's risky being here but, as soon as the gallery owner has been to look at my work, I'll make my excuses and leave. Thankfully, Sophia is at home resting, but I can't risk Uzma finding me here.
When all this started in the summer, I told myself that this would be the very last affair. Sophia being pregnant has changed my life beyond belief and I need to grow up, stop chasing rainbows and face my responsibilities. I don't suppose I was completely honest with Uzma, though. She had such a fit body that it was too hard to resist temptation. I never intended to hurt her, it was just goi
