My five-year-old son picked food off the floor to feed me—and in that moment, I realized my marriage had already fallen apart beyond repair.

rice. Seafood is hard on children’s stomachs. Besides, he wouldn’t have appreciated it anyway.”

Something inside me started to crack.

“And my portion?”

Rodrigo laughed.

“It’s in the kitchen. Don’t make a whole thing of it.”

I walked in slowly. On a cold plate in the middle of the table sat a lobster head. Dry, picked clean, not a thread of meat left on continue reading …