PART 30

The anniversary of my divorce arrived on an ordinary Wednesday.

I had expected it to feel momentous.

Instead, I woke with a list of client invoices to review and a reminder that the plumber was coming to replace a dripping tap.

I made coffee, watered the geranium, and opened my laptop.

Around noon Hannah brought in a bakery box.

“Lucia said we should celebrate your first full year in business,” she announced.

Inside was a lemon cake with the words One Year Strong written in crooked icing.