My husband, Ethan Cole, asked for my kidney on a rainy Tuesday night like he was asking.

day without thinking of Ethan until someone asked about my divorce.

That was when I knew he was finally becoming what he deserved to be in my life: irrelevant.

The last time I saw him was by accident outside the county courthouse, almost eighteen months after the hospital.

He looked older.

Not ruined, not tragic, just worn in the ordinary way people look continue reading …