That was what I could not forgive.

Not the affair.

That.

Chapter 11 — Aurora

I named my daughter Aurora.

I chose it during the pregnancy, in the middle of the darkest stretch of my life, because I needed a name that meant the sky getting light again — the first grey-gold edge of a morning after a night you were not sure you would survive.

That was what she was to me: not a weapon, not a bargaining chip, not the trump card in a war with her father.

She was the dawn.