part 2 The man who spent eleven years blaming me for our childlessness threw me out of our home9-008v

Barbara, where he was young, ambitious, and already building the investment firm that would later make his name known in circles I had never cared about.

They had fallen in love quickly, he said, but not carelessly.

Elena had been twenty-four when she became pregnant.

“With me,” I said.

“With you.” His voice changed when he said it. Softer. Full of wonder continue reading …