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Megan before walking directly over to Lee’s table. Megan watched as the blonde spoke to him. Nodding and smiling, he stood and pulled out a chair for her to be seated across from him.
    His wife . She was very pretty, her light coloring complimenting Lee’s dark good looks. Megan had the sudden desire to wait inside the deli for her number to be called.
    As soon as Lydia had Megan’s sandwich ready, she headed out the door and down the street. Only a block away was a riverside park complete with picnic tables—her dining spot for the day. As Megan sat at the table munching on chips and the freshly prepared sandwich, she enjoyed the antics of three feuding squirrels. There seemed to be a debate as to who had acorn rights.
    She sighed in frustration as her thoughts drifted back to Lee. The frustration was directed at her thoughts for betraying her yet again. Why had she been disturbed upon seeing him with his wife, disappointed even? She knew he was married. A moment of attraction meant little. He was still a stranger, a man in whom she was not the least bit interested. She was not sure she could ever again be interested in another man because that would mean she would have to trust and her experience belied men’s trustworthiness. The image of the tall blonde woman filled her mind again, unleashing a torrent of unbidden memories.
    The years fell away as quickly. She was a little girl again, standing quietly in the hallway, just outside the master bedroom of her family’s large two-story Atlanta home.
    The tension in the house was tangible, even to an eleven-year-old. Her heart thumped erratically against her ribcage as a sickening knot formed in her stomach. Nervously, Megan wiped sweaty palms down the front of her pants as she stood outside her parents’ bedroom listening to the raised voices coming from within.
    There was no need to press her ear to the door; her parents were not expecting her home until sometime later and were not making any effort to keep their discussion quiet.
    “I don’t know how to explain it to you.” Her dad’s voice was filled with misery.
    “Explain?” her mom questioned sadly. “What possible explanation could there be? You are leaving your wife of eighteen years and your eleven-year-old daughter for your secretary who is seventeen years younger than you.”
    Megan sucked in a sharp breath, clamping a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out and letting her parents know she was listening. Immediately, tears squeezed from beneath her tightly closed eyes and streamed unbidden down her flushed cheeks, soaking her cotton shirt.
    “I’m confused, Helen. I’m torn between you.” Megan heard her father say.
    “Yes, well in this instance, you can’t have your cake and eat it, too, Ray. If you had stopped seeing her three years ago, like you promised you would—”
    “I did fire her,” he offered.
    “You put her out of your office but not out of your life, or out of your bed,” she interrupted hoarsely. Megan could hear the strain in her mother’s voice.
    “I…I suppose I should leave.”
    Megan began trembling as she heard her father retrieve a suitcase from the closet and throw it on the bed. Then she heard drawers being opened and the rustling of clothes.
    Megan remained frozen to the spot. Horrified. This can’t be happening! There was a deafening silence coming from the room. No voices filtered through the door. Now, the only noise was the sound of drawers being opened and closed, along with the rustling of a suitcase being quickly packed.
    Finally, her mother spoke. “So you’ve made your choice. You’ve chosen this woman over your family.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
    The suitcase snapped close.
    Megan’s heart skipped a beat.
    “No,” her father said. “I’m not making my choice. I just need time away. Time to think.”
    “Are you taking time away from her, too? Or just from your wife and daughter?”
    There was no answer.
    “You must love her