Divorce, Design, and True Freedom
ap ambition hung heavy in our penthous
home like trophies, their bright young faces
essory, observing from the periphery as he draped his arm around a b
ed a stillness, a silent defian
ot with affection, but with business: "We need to be more aggressive with
ful injections, and crushing disapp
to use a surrogate, one of them, for
n on my chest as he pulled me into a hollow embrace
was paraded through the penthouse, her
of me, then looked straight into my eyes before turn
tudio, the last piece of this life
line that would re