The Woman I Didn't Marry

acked, as I lay paralyzed, trapped, regretting forty years wasted

robably with Matthew,

s eighteen again, back in my Cleveland bedroom, the phone bu

vened, thinking I was saving her, only to become

dreams, and eventually died alone, a fool bet

velation that Gabrielle, the child I loved m

ve been so bli

r entire relationship on su

, and the profound sorrow

I hung up the phone, the s

and Nicole Anderson would