“My Husband Left for a Two-Year Assignment in Toronto — I Cried as He Boarded the Plane”

was the longest of my life. I went to work, came home, cooked dinner, made conversation—all while dying inside. Mark was busy preparing for his trip, completely absorbed in his exciting new life, utterly oblivious to the fact that I knew everything.

When Kevin handed me the manila envelope a week later, my hands shook as I opened it. Every photograph continue reading …