The Truth About Ruby Cooper

Prologue

For the second time in six weeks, I woke up with the wrong husband.

This time, in a strange house, somewhere in Dublin. Under the sheets, I was naked. How could I have done this again?

I thought about my gentle husband who deserved so much better than I could give. My beautiful daughter who may have inherited that badness at the core of my soul.

My clothes were scattered around the room like that time in Boston, and I tried not to think about that.

I blame my sister.