Imagine being happily married for twenty-eight years. You have three children, a lovely house and a husband who travels a lot - but even after all this time, you still love each other. Or imagine being happily married for seventeen years. You have a young daughter, a lovely home and a husband who travels a lot - but you really love each other. Then one day you get a call that turns your world upside down: your husband is dead. You are devastated. You go to the funeral...and come face to face with his other widow. Another wife, another family. They never knew you existed, you never knew they existed. It can't be true. It must be a mistake. It has to be her fault - all of it. Or is it?
