Mother s DayChapter 1
Gwen Clayton lay curled up on the sofa, wrapped only in a terry robe and nursing a third glass of wine trying unsuccessfully to hold back the tears. The thirty-nine year old was devastated and it seemed life simply no longer held anything for her. She glanced into the mirror hanging over a table in the hallway and the tears came anew. She had just been told only hours ago her twenty year marriage was ended, a consequence completely unexpected although looking back now she realized there had...