Chapter 3 My dream, in which I relived the experiences of last night, was shattered by the buzz of my cell phone. I reached over to the night table and saw it was my husband calling. “Fuck what does he want?” “Good morning. What did I do to deserve this honor?” “Morning? It is almost noon your time. Are you enjoying your vacation?” “Yes, it has been great so far. How and where are you?” “Jeddah. It is almost bedtime, and...

Chapter 1 I looked across the breakfast table with distaste to where Kenneth, my husband, was stuffing his face while reading the Wall Street Journal. “I don’t think he remembers that this is our first wedding anniversary,” I mused. Kenneth’s phone chimed, indicating an incoming text message, and I looked up as he read the text. “Damn! Wendy, I have a problem. I must go away. An emergency has cropped up, and I must go imm...