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to fix.”

I thought about the missing savings.

The boutique.

My Lexus.

The home-equity application.

“That explains it,” I said. “It doesn’t excuse it.”

“No,” Robert replied. “It doesn’t.”

Then we said goodbye.

By spring, the swelling from Daniel’s slap had disappeared long ago.

But whenever someone asked why my marriage ended, I still remembered the heat of continue reading …