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“I’m done, Hannah,” he said, as if he were announcing the end of a television show instead of a marriage.
I laughed at first, because shock sometimes disguises itself as humor. “Done with what?” I asked. “With us?”
For two weeks, I lived inside a fog of disbelief. I told people we were “taking space.” I answered texts with vague reassurances. I slept on one side of the bed and convinced myself the other side was just temporarily empty. Then my mother called.
Her name is Susan Harper. She has always been the kind of woman people describe as magnetic, the kind who draws attention without asking for it and commands loyalty without ever acknowledging the cost. Growing up, I thought that was strength. It took me years to understand how often it came at someone else’s expense.
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