than the pain.

So I kept going.

PART 2

Every morning after that became the same nightmare.

At 5:30, Ryan shook me awake.

“Sneakers. Now.”

If I argued, he lectured longer. If I cried, he called me weak. If I slowed down outside, the horn blasted through the quiet neighborhood.

Our teenage daughter, Lily, noticed everything.

One morning, while taking the baby continue reading …