They Went on a Holiday Cruise and Left Me With a Man They Called a “Problem”

her stepfather had nowhere to go. And David would spend it quietly resenting me.

“Four days?” I said, more for the illusion of control than because I doubted the number.

“Four days,” he promised. “He’s a bit formal. Old-school. But genuinely kind.”

I looked at my piano, at my coffee mug on the side table, at the chair where James used to sit. The stillness continue reading …