“Are you still married?” “I am, but—” he says, sadness marring his face. “I’ve always been yours.” Those four words unhinge me for a few seconds. “Well, I’m no longer yours,” I say, believing the words to be true. As I’m walking out, Chad calls after, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten all the dreams we’ve shared.” I look back. “I stopped dreaming as soon as you said ‘I do,’ to someone else.”
