On My First Day At My New Job I Saw My Husband’s Photo On My Coworker’s Desk

to the apartment that was finally mine.

I stood in the hallway and looked at our wedding photo.

Then I took it down.

Not angrily.

Simply because I no longer wanted to walk past proof of a life that had never been what I believed it was.

I made coffee and stood by the window, watching the city move below.

For the first time in months, I could see the outline continue reading …