It had been an entire week since the tidings of my husband’s death had reached me. As there hadn’t been a source to substantiate the claims of Kai’s death, like his dead body, I still felt it in my bones that Kai was somewhere out there, a doubt that provoked me to ask the authorities to run several underwater searches near the site my husband was last seen. Unfortunately, none of them led to any favourable findings.
No matter how cogent my own beliefs seemed, I had to succumb to the truth of the situation, which was that my husband was never coming back. As much as big of a pang such a realisation created, I was forced to bear with it for the sake of my children, whose only source of comfort was now my nanny, Gretchen McCarthy and me.
In keeping up with this new reality, I managed to
