Heart's Sorrow Unboxed

One moment, oblivion. The next, I was back in a f

to unravel in my first life, the day before Richard announced h

still my husband, yet a stranger. The sigh

yes, ethereal and artfully fragile, entered the room, ca

lly wrapped gift, a silver hairpin "Heart' s Sorrow," a sketch Vivi

artistic mistress, the one he had always loved

ble. "I think you' ve made a mistake," I said, my voice clea

' s smile frozen, Richard' s jaw ti

ire for divorce no longer a desperate pl

om the stunned table, leaving behind the wreck

and this time, I was goin