At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”

That afternoon, I made tea.

Wrong.

Gertrude would have hated it.

Too strong.

I laughed.

Then drank it exactly that way.

Freedom can be embarrassingly small.

One year later, Tristan sent a letter.