Chapter 7

In my past life, at twenty-six, I married Jack Harlan. Even though Jack wore a stony expression throughout the entire wedding, I held no resentment. I told myself he was simply the quiet type—cold on the outside, warm within. I didn't understand why he was always so distant with me, but I had given him a child. Surely, only deep love could move a woman to bear a child for a man. After Sarah was born, I didn't trust the nanny to care for her properly, so I quit my job and raised her myself....