When she felt the bump, her stomach threatened to rebel, but she forced herself to think instead of panicking.Broken legs can be set, and they heal �... but that’s for later, she thought as she forced herself to gently part her husband’s blood-soaked hair. Her stomach suddenly rebelled, and she turned her head to spew her breakfast onto the loose dirt beside her. When that was over, she wiped her mouth and moved a little higher up the slope so she could have a closer look at the wound that was. " Hi" she kinds of hides behind Chris."Come here dear and properly greet our guest." She steps out and offers her hand. I take her hand and kiss it. She giggles and pulls back her hand. We take care of a little paperwork, basically saying that everything that is to happen between us is completely consensual.Chris and Mary sit on the couch and I sit in a chair as we do small talk for a few minutes."Mary, what do you wish to get from tonight?" She looks embarrassed (which is so cute!) and mumbles. I loved two things about that: they had taken to heart my offer for them to use the house as theirs, and they didn’t need me there to do it.I was feeling happier this morning than I had for … hmmm, maybe Dori was right, maybe it has been years. I hadn’t felt unhappy exactly, just not satisfied or content with my direction and life. I had a good life and I was very grateful for having it. From being a poor girl with little to hope, I was now a woman of respect in the local society, a benefactor. It was just an invitation, for ex-students to return to the school to talk to students about future career prospects. They wanted me to talk about how I set up my businesses alongside some other girls. As I got to the end of the letter my heart stopped. It was signed Mr Bernard, Headmaster. There was a note to respond via email to confirm attendance and final details. Was this it? Was it time for payback? Almost 20 years earlier I slowly got up from my chair, the rusty metal legs grating.