The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.
I gave her a promise I could actually keep.
“Nobody is ever going to force you to pretend you aren’t afraid.”
During that time, we lived temporarily in Rachel’s two-bedroom apartment.
It wasn’t spacious.
Lily and I shared a small room with twin beds.
Lily jumped every time a door slammed down the hall.
I checked the stove burner knobs three times every night before going to bed.
During the first week, I thought those habits meant Mark still controlled our lives.