Near the end of the year, my husband insisted there were no flights left and made us take a fifty-hour train home instead. Pregnant and barely able to stay on my feet, I stood in the crowded aisle while he and his sister relaxed in first class, laughing, “Stay standing—it might be good for you.” I did not argue. At the first station, I stepped off quietly. When their train finally reached home, they walked onto the platform smiling—until they saw the person standing beside me.
Inside were the divorce petition, financial-separation notice, inventory of his stored belongings, and temporary communication terms. Daniel stared at the papers as though they might […]
