My Husband Left Me In The Car While I Was In Labor So He Could Go Fishing

forty-four years old, close-cropped gray hair, reading glasses on a chain. She had been a forensic accountant for twelve years before going to law school. She had switched careers after her own bad divorce. Her desk was buried in case files and her walls held photographs of her two sons. She looked like a person who worked eighty hours a week because continue reading …