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The carpet in the mediation office in Owensboro smelled exactly like the inside of an old vacuum cleaner bag. It was that dusty, recycled, stale smell that clings to places where people go to undo their lives. I sat there in a folding chair that squeaked every time I shifted my weight. Across from me, Raymond looked comfortable. He had his arms crossed over his chest, wearing that button-down shirt I had ironed for him every Sunday for twenty years until three months ago. He even had the watch on. I bought that watch with three months of night-shift overtime at the plant, back when the machines were new and my hands didn’t go numb in the middle of the night.

LAST PART – My husband mocked me in German, unaware I understood every word about his pregnant ex.

PART 4 – My husband mocked me in German, unaware I understood every word about his pregnant ex.

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