MY HUSBAND TOLD ME I’D GO BACK TO NOTHING

Kroger kept a copy. He sat on it for two years. Last month, his conscience caught up with him. He called my office.”

She squeezed my hand.

“You are not alone, Emily. You were never supposed to be alone.”

I broke.

Twenty-nine years of holding it together. Twenty-nine years of empty birthday wishes and foster parents who forgot my name and a husband who continue reading …