“You know what helped me through my separation and then divorce?” Bea sipped her tea, starting to feel the effects of the painkiller easing the tension in her breastbone. “I had to admit to the part that I played.” “I didn’t play a part. I’m the victim.” “There are no victims. Life is a dance, Bea. Lonnie can’t dance if you aren’t moving your hips to his beat.”
