The mansion on Santa Eleanor Drive smelled of cold luxury—of artificial flowers and money that…
I never imagined I’d become the man who listens for silence. Not the peaceful kind—but…
While my mother-in-law was helping my husband’s mistress pick out designer shoes with my money,…
That morning, I said nothing. I slipped the pearl earring into my clutch. Then the…
Part 1 My name is Rosa Martínez. I’m seventy-four years old, and I never imagined…