“Where is Richard tonight?”
“Honey,” Caroline said carefully, “if you ever want to talk to someone. A lawyer, even. Just to know your options.”
“Caroline…”
“I’m only saying. I have a name. When you’re ready.”
I didn’t agree or disagree. I wrote the name down on the back of a grocery list, slipped it into my drawer, and told myself I was only being practical.
***
Then, last Thursday, while Richard was at work, someone knocked at my front door, and I walked toward it without any idea that the next breath I took was going to split my life clean in half.
