Ashley
The next day, I found Jennifer sitting alone in the sunroom, a cool cup of tea forgotten on the table beside her as she gazed out at the garden. Her fingers absently twisted her wedding band, round and round, a nervous gesture.
I hesitated at the door. Our relationship had always been complicated, strained from the beginning of my marriage to Zach. She'd had different plans for her son, I knew. However, some time after we were married, she gradually softened towards me and began to accept me.
When our divorce happened, though, she became cold towards me once again. She believed I had broken her son's heart and that I had only stayed in the house until then for their money. She considered me a failed wife and terrible mother.
I was utterly devastated by the news of her illness.
