She held me and said the words I’d needed for years:
“Security without joy is just another kind of death.”
The next day, I told Kenneth I wanted a divorce.
When he threatened me with abandonment, I smiled.
“Then call your lawyer.”
I packed two suitcases.
My degrees.
My grandmother’s jewelry.
The silver locket.
And I left.
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