My Husband Ran Away With My Best Friend Until I Canceled Every Card and Changed the Locks

overnight locksmith. You need every lock changed? Tonight? the groggy dispatcher asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice. Every point of entry. Immediately.

Sixty minutes later, a battered gray pickup truck idled in my driveway. The locksmith, a man pushing sixty with weary eyes and calloused, grease stained hands, surveyed the brick house, then looked continue reading …