PART 2- I Cried at the Airport as My Husband Left for “Zurich” – 6!001
It was Lucas, unmistakably Lucas, standing in front of a pale stucco building beneath a row of palm trees. He wore sunglasses, a linen shirt I had never seen before, and the relaxed half smile he used when he thought someone was admiring him. Beside him stood Melanie Harper. Her hand rested lightly over the…
