“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

The atmosphere in the room had changed 180°. The guests, who had previously looked down on me, now bowed their heads in fear. They realized their jobs could depend on my mood, but I wasn’t interested in them. My focus was solely on the two traitors before me, Mark and Jessica. I took a deep breath, inhaling the air of freedom mixed with the scent of grief. It was time to clean the trash out of my life. Just as I had cleaned the trash from their party earlier, Mr. Harrison signaled his secretary again. The secretary took out a tablet and turned it on.