After the divorce, I was about to throw away my ex-wife’s old pillow—until I found what she had hidden inside and broke down in tears, finally understanding why she let me go.
I picked up the old pillow. It felt wrong immediately—too light, yet not empty. Not the familiar softness of worn cotton. There was something solid inside. I frowned. I had handled that pillow hundreds of times before. Slept on it. Thrown it aside in anger. And yet I had never noticed this. Maybe because my … Read more