Rosemilk
By Elliot Silvestri
Part One
Chapter One
Maia was ready for the car when it pulled into the driveway. She had just an overnight bag with her which the drive placed in the trunk and ushered her into the backseat. Officially the car was a limo, in reality it was just a nice Mercedes. In her excitement over the trip her husband had promised her she didn’t notice the other woman in the back of the car until she was already seated. The door slammed and locked. A moment later they were underway.
“Who are you?” Maia asked her voice half puzzled, half angry. Why was there someone else in her chauffeured car? “Why are you in my car?”
The woman smiled warmly not upset at Maia’s tone. She was almost middle-aged, had ash-blond hair with bangs that just barely hung into her eyes. A smatt
