We talked for nearly an hour.
Before leaving she smiled and said:
“Your husband must be proud of this beautiful home.”
I smiled back.
“I don’t have a husband.”
“Divorced?”
“Yes.”
“His loss.”
I laughed.
“No.”
I looked at the house.
The garden.
The peaceful life I had rebuilt.
Then I corrected myself.
“Actually, it was his lesson.”
And for the first time since that text message arrived at 2:47 a.m., I realized something important.
Mark hadn’t ruined my life.
He had removed himself from it.
And that turned out to be the best gift he ever gave me.
THE END :::
