One Hundred Forty Three Pages
Language: en
I found my husband’s journal by accident. The latest entry was from yesterday: “Another fight with her. Suddenly, I miss Maeve so much. If it were Maeve, she’d probably just laugh and say, ‘Let it go.’” I flipped back a page. “Passed by the bakery today. They discontinued the chestnut tarts Maeve loved. I felt this sudden, hollow ache.” I kept flipping. Page three, page four, page five. In the entire journal, her name—Maeve—appeared one hundred and forty-three times. My name appeared eight times. And five of those times, it was followed by the word again. “Rachel forgot to take out the…