I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation

the week that ended our marriage.

I stood in the kitchen of our suburban Ohio house, listening to the garage door rumble open.

My five-year-old son, Leo, sat at the table coloring a dinosaur purple because, in his words, “green is boring.”

I smiled at him, though my hands were cold.

“Mommy?” he asked. “Is that mail important?”

I looked down at the envelope.continue reading …