Another Family for Lucien Delano?

Years Later

Proserpina

The phone pinged as a message landed and I picked it up, scanning it as I rode in the comfortable large sedan, on my way back from my doctor.

It could not be Lucien; these days he was not returning my calls, so calling me was out of the question., I thought bitterly.

Could it be one of my children, I thought absently as I opened it and froze.

An image appeared that made me freeze although my palms were sweating.

Lucien.

With a woman. A tall, thin woman with short blonde hair, older than me, closer to his age. Wearing a fire engine red bikini and nothing else.

And she was smiling as she stood, her body pressed to my husband while he was staring at someone across the room, his large hand splayed across her hip. Her hand was on his waistband, a familiar lover-like gesture.

I felt my head begin to pound.

The background was the Town House swimming pool, the place where Lucien was staying at, currently. Lucien was in his formal clothes but his jacket had been discarde