PART 2 — MY HUSBAND
When I came out of the bathroom, no one recognized me.
Not because fossil changed.
But because, for the first time, I wasn’t trying to make myself small.
I had put on the black dress I kept in my emergency bag. I had tied my hair back. My red lips contrasted with the paleness of my face.
And most importantly, I had stopped shaking.
I crossed the room slowly.
Some guests looked at me.
A woman whispered something to her friend.
A man laughed.
We probably thought you came back to apologize.
To ask my father to forgive me.
To pretend that nothing had happened.
They didn’t know I had just called my husband.
And that he was coming.
Three years ago, when I met Ethan, I never imagined that he would become the most important person in my life.
Our story had begun in a
