The moment I picked up our son from daycare, my husband chose to end our life with a text: “I’m moving to Spain with Claire. I emptied the savings. Good luck.”
I was standing in the daycare hallway, surrounded by tiny jackets and finger-painted suns, when my phone buzzed. It was the most ordinary moment—parents chatting softly, a teacher tying a shoelace, my son waiting for me with that crooked smile that always made the day feel survivable. Then I read the message. “I’m moving to … Read more