I Was in Active Labor When My Husband Chose a Fishing Trip. The Call He Made After Changed Everything.

on Brent’s pillow. On the kitchen counter, I left the divorce papers—all forty-seven pages of them. On top, a single yellow sticky note: “You can’t catch a wife and release her. Read page 14.”

By 5:45 a.m., I was on Route 81 North, heading toward Scranton. Seventy miles to my mother’s house. Seventy miles to safety. Seventy miles to the beginning of continue reading …