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

him that evening after the children were asleep.

“You sent an invitation,” I said.

“I did.”

“Why?”

“They’re my children,” he said. “They should be there when I get married.”

I looked out at the dark ocean beyond the window.

“Have you discussed this with Vanessa?”

A pause.

“Of course.”

The pause told me enough.

“And Rebecca?”

Another pause.

“My mother wants them continue reading …