He Handed Me Divorce Papers While I Held Our Newborns

still help him sort the mess.

“Rebecca, I didn’t know any of this.”

I looked at him for a long time.

Across the porch, the windows, the trimmed hedges, the little flag Susan stuck in the flowerbed every Memorial Day. Across every dinner where I’d sat smiling while Vanessa was praised. Across the delivery room where he hadn’t come. Across the manila envelope continue reading …