The knock on the apartment door came on a Tuesday afternoon.
Emma was painting while the babies napped. Damien was at the office dealing with restructuring issues that still required his attention.
She almost didn't answer it.
But something made her open the door.
A woman stood in the hallway. She was older, maybe in her sixties, with silver hair and kind eyes. Emma didn't recognize her.
"Emma?" the woman asked.
"Yes," Emma replied carefully.
"My name is Catherine Vale," the woman said. "I'm Richard's ex-wife. I need to talk to you about something important."
Emma didn't invite her in immediately. She stood in the doorway, trying to process why Richard's ex-wife would be showing up at her door.
"How did you find me?" Emma asked.
"Richard gave me your address," Catherine said. "Be
