Of course.
Thomas had planned a surprise.
I carried the cake inside, set it carefully on the kitchen table, and lifted the lid.
Then I stopped breathing.
Written across the top in elegant cursive icing were six words:
“It’s Time to Get Divorced.”
I stared at the message, completely frozen.
For one terrible moment, I genuinely believed my marriage was ending.
The Sixty Seconds That Felt Like an Hour
My mind began filling in every blank before I had even processed what I
