MY HUSBAND TOLD ME I’D GO BACK TO NOTHING

me, slow and heavy, and I sat there in an apartment with a piano nobody played, holding the hand of a stranger with my own eyes, learning that the worst thing my husband ever did to me might not be the cruelty.

It might be that the whole time, we’d been the same lost child. And only one of us ever got found.

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