dy anchor in Sarah's life, a well of quiet de
shell, and I, her husband, felt incr
lege flame and unaddress
e swiftly
of his photos, and watching her eyes sparkle
sitive pregnancy test – and Mark's intimate email
child, right there in our home
who "helps with things," ditched my award ceremony for his event
was systematically erased fr
agely dismissive of the man who had p
me, a cold, hard certaint
it was a profound disgust for t
engagement to Mark-on our fifth wedding
every lie, every decept
signed, finaliz
g-off peri
iage was
as
was le