The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

That balance took longer than the divorce itself.

PART 30 — THE LAST TIME I SAW JULIAN

Nearly eighteen months after the divorce, I saw Julian unexpectedly.

A grocery store.

Of all places.

He was standing in the produce section holding a basket.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then he smiled awkwardly.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”