A private divorce would have ended my marriage but left that story standing — I would have slipped away quietly and the room would have gone on believing him.

I did not want to slip away.

I wanted the story taken down in the same room where it had been built, in front of the same people who had helped build it, so that not one of them could go on believing the lie.

He had used their eyes as a weapon against me for two years.

I decided, exactly once, to borrow them back.

Chapter 11 — Back on the Stage