My husband surprised me with a pricey bracelet for our anniversary — but when I returned to the store to get it resized, the saleswoman revealed, “He purchased two of these last week.”

with Marta’s address.

A part of me wanted to tear it in half. It would have been easier. And cleaner. I could drive home and pretend none of it had happened.

But I thought of Nolan’s shaking hands. I thought of the woman with weeks left, sitting in a kitchen somewhere, waiting to see if Nolan would come or not.

“I don’t know if I can do this, baby,” I continue reading …