Chapter 3

The Moment I put the pen down, I suddenly thought of another day. 

It was our first wedding anniversary. I made the reservation a month ahead. A table by the window with a view of the water. I took the whole day off, started doing my makeup at four, and put on his favorite red dress. 

By eight, he still hadn’t shown up. 

I called him. But he said, “Something came up at work. I can’t get away.” 

“It’s our first anniversary,” I said. 

There was a pause on his end. “I know. But I really can’t get away. I’ll make it up to you some other time.” 

Some other time. That was when I first realized how Much those words could hurt.