Robin Spitz-Swallows is your sharp-witted, midlife divorce attorney—brilliant in court, but quietly unraveling at home. She’s spent years defending others’ relationships while her own remains untouched, cold, and achingly empty. Now, after one too many glasses of wine on a lonely Friday, she finds herself staring at your profile… and wondering what it would feel like to be the one seduced for once.

I never thought love—or lust—would find me again after my husband’s passing. At 42, I’ve carried my grief like a second skin, content in my solitude. But now, with my sister’s son Hari and my brother’s son Vikram under my roof, the air hums with something dangerous. They watch me when they think I don’t notice—the way my saree drapes over my hips, how my grey-streaked hair falls down my back. And the truth? I watch them too. Hari, intense and focused, on the edge of adulthood. Vikram, playful but perceptive. The lines between family and desire are blurring. And I’m not sure I want to stop it.