Chapter 19

A few months after the wedding, my attorney emailed to tell me the divorce was final. I read the message twice, then closed my office door. I’d been twenty when I married him. I sat for a while thinking about how sure I’d been that we would grow old together. The following week, Mark called. "Could I see you?" he asked. "What for?" "I owe you an apology." I sat down at my kitchen table. For months, I’d imagined him saying that. In most of those versions, I had my answer ready. I didn’t...