MARTHAI walked into the kitchen for my morning dose of coffee. I wanted to have one of the maids do it but I decided to do it myself.

I paused at the doorway when I spotted Mia having breakfast at the island. I made to turn away.

"Good morning, Martha." She greeted in a calm tone.

"Morning." I didn't even bother to glance over my shoulder.

"We need to talk." She said.

"Not interested." I'd come to hate her and regret why I'd not seen her for who she truly was all these years.

"You should ...