“Emily, I think we should separate.”
I was standing outside Terminal 4 with white lilies trembling in my hands.
For eleven years, I had loved that man.
For the last three, I had waited for him to come home from a medical research fellowship in Switzerland.
But Daniel wasn’t standing there alone.
Beside him was a beautiful woman in her twenties wearing an elegant cream coat.
She held the hands of two little boys.
Identical twins.