where I had spent seven years trying to become part of a family that had never truly wanted me.
My suitcases were lined up beside the front steps. One had fallen onto its side, spilling a few sweaters across the pavement. My framed wedding photograph lay face down near the gate, its glass cracked from the fall.
I stared at it for a long moment.
In the photograph, Ethan was smiling at me as though I were the only woman in the world.
I wondered how much of that smile
