“You want to ask what happened to my husband.” Mary grins. “I don’t tell many because this isn’t his story, this is mine, and he doesn’t get another second wasted on him.” Slowly, a smile stretches across Blair’s face. “I like that. I really fucking like that. You’re right, I’ve spent so long telling his and my story together... but this is my life, not his. He doesn’t get another word from my lips.”
