The Woman I Didn't Marry
acked, as I lay paralyzed, trapped, regretting forty years wasted
robably with Matthew,
s eighteen again, back in my Cleveland bedroom, the phone bu
vened, thinking I was saving her, only to become
dreams, and eventually died alone, a fool bet
velation that Gabrielle, the child I loved m
ve been so bli
r entire relationship on su
, and the profound sorrow
I hung up the phone, the s
and Nicole Anderson would