While I was cooking Thanksgiving dinner for 9, my husband asked for a divorce. I
Another notification chimed from the kitchen counter, flashing Daniel’s caller ID across the dark room. I chose to disregard it, wrapping my fingers tightly around the hot ceramic mug instead. Seeking refuge, I had retreated to a cozy bed-and-breakfast roughly an hour outside the limits of the city. Margaret, the warm-hearted elderly woman who ran…