My Husband Demanded My $5 Million Lakefront Deed to Save His Failing Company—Then His Mother Shoved Me Down the Stairs and He Served Me Divorce Papers in the Hospital

That is enough.

The scar sits above the ankle.

Thin.

Pale.

I do not love it.

I do not hate it.

My body does not owe me a symbol.

On the anniversary of the fall, I forgot the date until lunchtime.