Not that he hadn’t loved me.

That I could no longer locate a single moment in eleven years that I could be certain had been true.

Chapter 14 — No Time to Grieve

I gave myself exactly one hour.

I sat in that chair in the dark and let all of it move through me — the marriage, the grief, the two wasted years, the sheer engineered cruelty of it — and I did not look away from any of it.

And then I stood up, because grief was a luxury with a deadline.