I was living the dream, although I didn’t know it back then. Detached house, two children in public school, a husband with a well-paid job, two cars, flying off to exotic places every summer and skiing in the winter. How things can change within a few months.
My so-called friends wouldn’t recognise me now, let alone cross the street to talk to me. It’s the kids who have lost the most though, I realise that. What with their father committing suicide, our house repossessed, having to leave the school they loved. I keep on thinking back, trying to remember if Clive had been acting differently for the last six months.
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