That was the only time I ever saw that boy. He appeared and vanished like a ghost, with only dried blood stains in the corner proving he was ever real.

A sharp tap on the table snapped me back to reality. Mr. Owen sat across from me: "What's on your mind?"

I clutched my purse tighter, shaking my head: "Nothing."

Even now, I only knew him as Mr. Owen, my husband's boss.

His title constantly reminded me how inappropriate this was - meeting my ...