I wanted to be rid of him," he says. He raises my chin with his thumb. "But not if it meant being rid of you. I climbed in beside you, and you put your head in my lap. You can't think I would have left you like that." "Look what it got you," I say. "Tea in bed and you here in front of me," he says. "It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

She smiles at our husband as she moves, and he blushes, overcome by her beauty. But I know what her smile really means...Her smile is her revenge.

The seeds are tiny, unborn things, and I resent them. They'll be planted and they'll grow into exactly what they're meant to be.

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.

Someday I'll tell you all of it," I say. "I'd like that," he says. "No," I say. "I promise you won't.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.