The Incubator Wife's Revenge

r it from her. I needed to see it in her eyes. I clung to a desperate, foolish hope tha

ell me it' s not true. Tell me what you said a

de me withered and died. There was no confusion in h

"Jessica was craving it. Dad said it was an old recipe, good for the b

e air, a testament to the warpe

I whispered, the words

"I held his collar," she said, as if describing a mundane

the way he would wag his tail so hard his whole body would wiggle. And I saw my daughter' s hands, t

d me. The sounds of the room faded into a dull roar. I could fe

e looked at Jessica, a silent apology for my outburst. "See wha

ional." Then she looked at me, her eyes devoid of any real sympathy. "Sarah, I'

e apology was more insul

tion required a practical solution. He reached fo

nimous condescension. "I know you were attached to him. I ge

ied to press them into my hand. "Here. Go buy yourself a n

he crisp green bills. A replacement

me out of my shock. The grief and horror coalescing i

way, the money flut

e. The trembling had stopped. My voi

a divorce

ase. A declaration of inde

in a foreign language. The idea that I would leave him, that I had any power

e that night, I h