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