Farewell, Sterling
Language: en
Everyone in Los Angeles said that Sean Sterling was madly in love with me. If I wanted the stars, he would never settle for the moon. Because I was a picky eater, he personally cooked all three meals a day for me for five years. During an earthquake, he used his own body to shield me from falling bricks and stones. And I had always believed that, too. Until the night of our fifth wedding anniversary, when a friend request came from an unfamiliar number. I tapped open the profile and saw every single image of Sean Sterling accompanying her to see the Northern Lights, celebrating her…