I glance in the rear view mirror while driving away and whisper a soft thank-you. More than brick and mortar, this old Victorian was my first real home, a place of belonging and happily ever after. If only.
Later, beyond city limits, I pull over and cry for Eric. How will he cope with my ‘disappearance’ – the police, the press, the truth about my shady past?
Too late, he will realize that he has fallen in love with an imposter, minus the syndrome.