"Sign them. Now!" He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them.
Divorce.
My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other.
Perhaps I was just blinded by love.
"You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?"
As though the death of...