The Dog Ate My Marriage

A "client emergency" came up at the last minute. He promised he' d be

ent of antiseptic. I scrolled through Instagram to pass the time,

I s

rom Moll

as in Andrew's office. It was happily eating from a charcuterie bo

d piece I had commissioned from an artisan in Tuscany,

tion was a d

er things! Thanks to the big boss

morning, a small gesture to let him know I was thinkin

cy was a lie. He was in his off

the food. He had taken a symbol of my affection, of our shared history, and giv

e called

ot. I lay on the table, a cold gel spread across my stomach.

was supposed to be a moment of shared joy. Instead, I was utterly

ment, but all I could hear was the sound of that puppy,