I loved him. The boy with the skinned knees and the dirt-streaked face. I gave him my firsts. I gave him my everything.Content to float, wrapped in the warm embrace of our vows to love, honor, and cherish.Too focused on the occasional breeze rippling the surface of my tranquillity, I failed to see the storm clouds boiling on the horizon.By the time I did, it was too late.It took me by surprise, violently plunging me into the murky, muddy depths. Robbing me of breath. Robbing me of life.In those layers of suffocating, cloying mud, I heard his voice calling. Calling me to be the Lotus Flower I had always been.Author’s Please note that this book contains infidelity in a marriage.
