The Hundred-Point Divorce

g room at Mount Sinai. The air

red the Ethan I first k

impressed my father. The one who'd held my hand

of that old inf

tor approached

back and arms. He'll recover, but it will be a long process. Hi

Vance?" I asked

rmed. Just shaken

David, hovered nearby. Mar

my. Olivia owes

an old friend, really.

eassurances felt like peb

the hospital before Eth

ah Chen, my old classmate from Columbia

ight. Her office was

vorce," I said, my voi

s. The process was clinical, a counter

rs. It felt like shedding

from a deli near the hospital, a stra

an's private room

o feed Ethan soup, h

down his bandaged chest

'm useless," Olivia wailed,

obvious pain, man

coughed. "Besides, I was already planning to step bac

p back? But... your career?

er, his gaze soft

nto investment banking... remember that old movie we saw? With

slowly, her ey

n continued. "Someone who could give you ev

tched. Tears strea

he whispered,

of his bandages. He returned the emb

profound intimac

bag slipping from my numb fingers.

n't even

ed and

I almost bumped into two of Et

hem, a senior partner I vagu

surprised. "We were ju

se are his approved sabbatical pa

od ran

man, "was his desire to 're-evaluate life's priorities' and '

Oli

His planned sabbati

te. A placehol

me with the force

ospital, into the har

ore illusions. No more wait

one, my fingers su

he'd been urging me for years to co-

n Austin, Texas

red on the

What

g. "I'm getting a divorce. And I'm ready

e line. "It's about damn time, Amy!

, a tiny spark of something

ssion. My