I told myself she could handle it . My husband recoiled at my news , clamped shut in his private loss . On the stretch of rug between our closeted wardrobes , beside the double vanity , below the range of our reflections in the mirrored wall , I spoke into the darkening hours about how relieved I was to finally be free .
His shoulders lurched and the sobs came in heaves .
Emotion: Sadness