They would be there with open arms to welcome her back and get her started once again on the right path. Sounds like a wonderful story and I wish I co...ld end this one there. But tragedy would come into her world and turn it completely upside down. One thing about Sara I haven’t mentioned yet was the fact she was a young mother of three beautiful children: Lindsey – 5, Jacob – 3, and Baby Kyla – 6 months old. Six years ago, Sara had everything going for her – a loving husband, a baby on the way. He told her that. The reaction he got was really bad. Carla was shouting insults at him. She was informing him of all the frustration hes caused her through his insensitive, careless treatment, of the way she felt, tired and disillusioned. She was also asking whether he knew what she was talking about and how long did he mean to keep it this way. Benjamin couldnt think of anything to say. Making an effort to think, even to say Carlas name aloud looked like too much to ask at the moment. So he. We didn't discuss anymore of it there but just enjoyed the food. He took us back to his house and Beth met us at the door. She looked to be his age, but we knew she was older. How much older we didn't ask, and it wasn't important. It was obvious that they shared a deep love and respect for each other.They lived in an older section of town in a house that seemed much too large for it. There were pictures of what must have been their children, grand children, and great grand children with Beth. Her choice had been an impulse, a thoughtless whim as she'd dressed for breakfast that morning. Or so she'd told herself.Pulse racing in her throat, Verity crossed her hands over her cleavage, aware that her high-cut panties were on open exhibition. A perfect match for the garter-belt, they had floral patterns along the sides and a delicate lace trim encircling the waistline. Biting her lower lip in suppressed fury, she raised her face to meet the Committee's steady, probing stare. She stood.