Chapter 8
From this moment on, nothing in this family had anything to do with me.
I left the place I once called home and drove to the apartment Josh and I had prepared for our marriage.
Everything in the apartment was in matching sets–his and hers.
I packed up everything that belonged to me. Even the wedding photos.
I carefully cut out my half of each picture and took it with me, leaving only his behind.
The pain in my abdomen was becoming more frequent, sharper, and harder to ignore.
There wasn’t much time left.
Before it ran out, I wanted to see Toben Lake.
I’d heard about it so many times from a friend.
He told me the sky there was impossibly blue, the water a perfect green, clear and untainted.
He said flocks of seagulls played on the lake every day, their white wings skimming the surface.
