Chapter 5

At nine that morning, I called a family law office. Mara was carrying the first box to her car. I stood in the bedroom beside the open suitcase, looking at the indentation Aaron's watch had left on the dresser. The receptionist took my name and transferred me to an attorney. "Tell me what you need, Nora." For seven years, I had found ways to make our problems sound smaller. Aaron was tired. His mother was difficult. We were going through a hard time. I could not do that again while he drove...