The Divorce That Saved Him
The house was still and quiet. I showered,
laced the divorce papers Madisyn had emailed me. I
a short note on a piece of
ve I gave you. The IVF is cance
was never truly mine. Then I walked out the
y bag, and got into the cab I had schedu
rift by below, feeling a sense of detachment I hadn't ex
. I walked through the colorful streets of Reykjavik, the crisp, cold air a welcome shock t
Caleb
nt eyes and a kind smile was standing by m
e said, extending a
uld only stare. "What
zed my own divorce a few months ago. Decided I needed a so
respectful connection between two people healing from their own wounds. By the end of
llage on the south coast. We were laughing about a puffin tour we'd take
th
Jennifer' s eyes scanned the room and locked onto me. Then her gaz
ed toward
ce cutting through the quiet chatter of
t, she raised her h
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