Bitter Homecoming

Cassia Rowe.

A sharp pain shot through me, more piercing than any physical wound I’d endured. I clenched my fists, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. How could he not visit me once, not even to check if I was alive or dead, yet he could be here with her? The same woman who insulted me, hated our children, called us names and attacked my children once. I thought he’d stay away from her aft