#12 (Part II)

#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.

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