In the limo, I looked out the window, taking in the sites. It had been a long time since I'd been to New York. Steven had traveled here often on business and I was rarely invited to go with him, but I couldn't blame him entirely. I was married to my work at the time. Looking back, it was a wonder that we had stayed married for as long as we had. Maybe that was why he had taken a mistress. Steven had needed someone that would be there for him.

I quickly pushed those thoughts ...