The Stars We Lost
Seven years into our marriage, my husband had repeatedly postponed the trip he had promised our daughter.
The first time, his childhood friend lost her job, and he insisted on taking her away to distract her.
The second time, she went through a breakup, and he worried she might do something reckless.
This time, I booked the tickets six months in advance. Just last night, I asked him, "You're not going to leave me for her again, are you?"
He pulled our daughter into an affectionate hug. "Absolutely not."
But when I arrived at the airport, my husband was there, hand in hand with his childhood friend, who had just finalized her divorce.
"She hasn't been doing well lately. I want to bring her al