Read by Hollie Jackson

In some ways, I was ordinary. Waking up in bed with Paul, our life filled with sandy toes and tan lines. I stocked books during the day and danced with him to Bob Marley at night. In other ways, I was unordinary. I'd dust off the sand and step into Stewart's limousine. Zip up my evening gown and slide into my other life. Champagne and maid service. Orgasms and my businessman. My life was a tide, pulling me back and forth between the two men. Soothing. Peaceful. Then the undertow came, pulling my lives together, my men colliding, my breath shortening, arms flailing against the current, my heart breaking in its strength. I should have known it would never work out

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