It doesn’t break your heart, because it turns out there was no heart-level relationship there to break — only a transaction I’d mistaken for belonging.

In a strange way she did me a favor.

If she had loved me even a little, leaving would have been agony.

Knowing she’d been auditioning my replacement made the door I was walking through feel less like an ending and more like simply stepping out of a role I’d been miscast in for six years.

On the sidewalk, Corinna started screaming at Dashiell — not because he’d betrayed his marriage, but because he’d spent on another woman money she considered hers.

Chapter 11 — The Things I Took Back