When I saw that he had fallen asleep and I was holding the book without even turning the page, I closed the book and let my head fall back against the headboard of the bed, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. Five years ago, I thought I had made the right choice by hiding the truth about Alice from Frank.
Frank made it clear that all he wanted was to use me, and then he made that proposition for me to be his dirty little secret. I still believed it was for the best. But now, as I looked at my daughter's peaceful face, I wondered if I should confess everything to Frank. All the reasons why I left the first time, and then the second, still existed, yet the attraction was still there. Tonight's kiss proved that.
For a moment, I allowed myself to think that Frank would be thrilled to
