When he says something to me, I keep my gaze on his mouth because I can’t bear to look up into his eyes. As soon as I’ve looked there, I’m lost. A supplicant, waiting for a sign that he sees me and loves me.

When I’m alone, I wish on every fallen eyelash. My 20 years back. A Shelby. A lover, someone to make love to me for hours.

Today I sold my wedding gown and veil. I pawned my rings. It’s a cruel kind of down-sizing.

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