#12 The Nature of Punishment (Part II)
Deliberately, I turned my back on sleep. I swept the comforter to the side, hissing at the scrape of the toothpick ends along the flesh of my fingers. I padded to the envelope propped on the top of my suitcase. It was a light weight in my hand, a terrible burden of the future. More than anything in the world I had wanted my husband back. But that was door closed to me. Now my dreams were hamstrung and limited to things I could influence. Like teaching.