HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

the window.

“Is he okay?”

“The doctors are cautiously optimistic.”

He closed his eyes.

I watched the man I had loved grieve beside the child he had created by stealing from me.

There are moments when hatred would be easier.

Hatred creates distance.

But I saw the frightened young man who had once waited in the rain.

I saw the husband who had said he could not continue reading …