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

almost like a crescent moon. My mother—Helen—used to call it my little moon.

Gabriel watched my face and understood.

“You have it,” he said.

I nodded, unable to speak.

He closed his eyes briefly, and a tear slipped down his cheek before he could hide it.

I had seen men cry before. Ryan had cried once when a business deal collapsed, angrily and with embarrassment.continue reading …