The house was still and quiet. I showered,

laced the divorce papers Madisyn had emailed me. I

a short note on a piece of

ve I gave you. The IVF is cance

was never truly mine. Then I walked out the

y bag, and got into the cab I had schedu

rift by below, feeling a sense of detachment I hadn't ex

. I walked through the colorful streets of Reykjavik, the crisp, cold air a welcome shock t

Caleb

nt eyes and a kind smile was standing by m

e said, extending a

uld only stare. "What

zed my own divorce a few months ago. Decided I needed a so

respectful connection between two people healing from their own wounds. By the end of

llage on the south coast. We were laughing about a puffin tour we'd take

th

Jennifer' s eyes scanned the room and locked onto me. Then her gaz

ed toward

ce cutting through the quiet chatter of

t, she raised her h