The Intense Red Rose
Language: en
The first time I saw James Nordling after our divorce was at a college reunion, three years later. He was the center of attention, holding court with a confident smile that froze the moment our eyes met across the room. A few of his loyal friends, drinks in hand, immediately turned on me, their voices dripping with sarcasm. “This is a reunion for Kingston University alumni. What’s someone who graduated from a no-name state school doing here?” “Well, look what the cat dragged in. Isn’t this James’s dark past, Misty Hayes? He wrote ‘Misty-minism’ instead of ‘determinism’ all over his…