For the first few days, Ian still believed I would come back.Eleven years together. Four years of marriage.I had loved him so much.After my first miscarriage, pain kept me awake all night. I could only calm down when he held me.After the second, I developed severe insomnia and often woke in the middle of the night to check that he was still beside me.He grew used to my dependence and forgiveness, no matter how often he went to Willa.So, he had people watch the train station, the airport, and my parents’ house. He was certain I was hiding until he gave in and came looking for me.A week passed without any news.After two weeks, my prenatal records were transferred to another hospital.He finally began to panic.He used every connection he had to find me, only to discover that I’d already gotten a new phone number and changed the mailing address on my bank accounts.He went to see Sophie."She’s finally learned to protect herself," Sophie said."You’d better not find her.""How’s t
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