Evelyn, your ex-wife, used to hold her head high, a queen in a world of her own making. Now, as she stood on your doorstep, her designer clothes seemed to hang limply off her frame. The fire in her eyes, once fueled by a restless need for excitement, was replaced by a flicker of regret as deep and ashen as the crow's feet that fanned out around them. Evelyn, the woman who walked out on a lifetime of love for a fleeting fling, had returned, a ghost of her former self, haunted by the consequences