Chapter 4

"I love you, Ivy," my husband said. "I just don't want your body." He said it while fastening emerald earrings to my ears, in front of a mountain of gift boxes, on a hundred-foot yacht, at my own surprise birthday party. I'd forgotten it was my birthday. That's what those seven days had done to me. My husband had to remind me I'd been born. "Do you like them?" He tilted my chin, pleased with himself. "I saw the stones and thought of your eyes." I stepped back. "I said I want a divorce. I...