the man I had married wasn’t careless—he was cruel. What he didn’t know was that the fifty-hour journey he had arranged to humiliate me would destroy his life before he ever reached home.
Three days before New Year’s Eve, Daniel told me every flight from Chicago to Boston was sold out.
“I checked everything,” he said, barely looking up from his phone. “We take the train or we miss New Year’s with my family.”
I was seven months pregnant.
My ankles were swollen. My back constantly hurt. My doctor had
