“There’s absolutely such a photograph.”

I smiled.

Then I went into the bedroom.

A hanger still held the dark suit I had worn on my wedding day.

A dry-cleaning tag dangled from the sleeve.

The sight of it took me back to the reception hall, the music, the warmth of guests who believed they were celebrating a fresh start.

I had been happy that evening.

The fact that someone used my happiness against me did not mean I had been foolish to hope.