Sara's Song by Sandra Edwards

PROLOGUE
    Fall, 1984
    London
    S ara Bronson turned as her husband Kirk said to her, “I’ve done something…something you’re not going to like.” His declaration was accompanied by his guilt-ridden face and it set Sara’s senses on edge.
    “What…?” The inquiry tumbled out on her shaky voice.
    “I don’t know why I did it. I didn’t mean to.” He defended his mistake, whatever it was.
    “What did you do?” Sara asked softly.
    “I never wanted to hurt you.” He shook his head. “But this is going to.”
    “What did you do?” Sara’s frustration echoed out in her tone.
    “They were all talking at once, hassling us, trying to catch us off guard.”
    “Who?”
    “The Press.”
    “Kirk, just tell me what happened.”
    “Well, you know how much Roxanne doesn’t want Frank to know about her baby…”
    Not those two again. It was bad enough that Sara had had to live on the outskirts of Roxanne Simon and Frank Garrett’s insane world for more months than she cared to remember, and all because Kirk had starred in a movie with Roxanne.
    Sara’s frustration turned to fear. “What did you do?” she repeated the question, barely above a whisper.
    Kirk was trying to say something, but he only managed to get out the first bit of a word she couldn’t make out, and it seemed to grind on his voice. He shook his head and that kickstarted him talking. “He came from out of nowhere and called her by her real name.”
    Kirk had been with Roxanne Simon in L.A., for the premiere of their movie The Secret . Sara hadn’t gone because she’d had the flu.
    “I told them I was Frankie’s father.”
    “Why would you do that?” Sara’s voice delivered the inquiry in a surprisingly calm manner, considering the implication had her heart pounding furiously against her chest.
    “Everything happened so quickly.” Kirk stood there, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. “It was the guy who’d called her by her real name. He mentioned Frank Garrett, and asked if he’d seen the baby. I knew she didn’t want him to know, so I just said it.” He gave an impromptu shrug and shook his head. “It came from out of nowhere.”
    S ix months later
    Sara didn’t understand why Kirk had come to the penthouse to deliver the news. She knew the divorce was final. She didn’t need him to tell her that. But there he was, standing just inside the living room door—now her living room. It used to be theirs . Not anymore.
    “There’s no reason why we have to part as enemies,” he said, as if he wanted her to let him off the hook.
    Like that was going to happen. “We can’t be friends,” she said with little emotion.
    “I never betrayed you.”
    She looked up at him, hatred burning in her eyes. “You betrayed me in the worst possible way, Kirk.”
    “Someday...” He had this distant, faraway look in his brown eyes. “You’ll get your song, Sara.” He shook his head and reached for the door. “I’m just not the one to sing it to you. I don’t know the words.”
    To Sara, that meant he hadn’t really loved her. Not like he’d loved Roxanne Simon—obviously.
    Sara’s consolation prize for coming in second wasn’t exactly chopped liver. In the divorce, the courts had awarded Sara half of Kirk’s current and future earnings on all of his music to date.
    At the age of twenty-seven, Sara Robbins—formerly Bronson—was starting over. This time, she swore it’d turn out differently. This time, she was going to find her song. One that no one else could take away from her.

CHAPTER 1
    August, 1986
    Fireside, CA
    S ara wasn’t the sort of person to run from her troubles, but after nearly two years of being hounded by the Press over her husband—make that ex-husband’s—very public yet faux indiscretion, leaving England seemed like the only way she’d get any peace.
    She’d deserted the last name Bronson in favor of her maiden name Robbins in hopes that she’d actually stand a chance at hiding out in the