“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your ex-husband is dead.”
I stared at my monitor, willing my brain to process the words in the email. I had been divorced for 13 years and hadn’t seen my ex in nearly 15. To say our marriage ended badly was an understatement. He was abusive, almost from the start.
In 15 years, not one month passed where I didn’t have a nightmare that I was still married to him or that he’d managed to find me. I’d look over my shoulder in airports and public places. I’d panic if I saw an unfamiliar number on my phone.