I confirmed the ownership of my house, which I had bought and paid into for years before Nathan ever appeared.

I checked exactly whose name sat on exactly what, and where the seams were, and I sealed every seam a marriage might have pried open.

He had been counting on the wedding to be a key — the single event that would swing open every locked door in my life at once.

I spent two days changing all the locks.

The strangest part of those two days was how calm the work was, how almost boring, and how much comfort I took in that.

There is a particular steadiness that comes from doing something concrete with your hands and your mind while your heart is in ruins, and I leaned into it the way you lean into a railing.