My Husband Left Me For My Best Friend, Then Tried …

to Patricia’s office.

She forwarded it to me with a single-line note.

It’s done.

I sat in my office at the publishing company and read it three times.

Then I set the paper down, folded my hands on the desk, and allowed myself one full minute of stillness.

Not celebration, something quieter than that.

The particular exhale of a person who has held their breath continue reading …