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

We looked like any loving couple enduring a painful separation.

“Don’t cry, Hannah. Two years will be over before you know it,” Mark said, wiping my manufactured tears.

“I can’t bear to see you go,” I sobbed into his chest.

He hugged me tightly. “You have to take care of yourself. I’ll send money for expenses every month.”

What he didn’t say: he’d already continue reading …