Six weeks after my husband pushed me and our newborn child into a blizzard, I could still hear his last words: “You’ll be alright. You’ll always survive.” Now, I stood behind his glittering wedding, my baby asleep on my chest and a burning sealed envelope in my hand. When he saw me, his smile vanished. “What are you doing here?” he hissed. I whispered, “Giving you what you forgot… and taking back what you stole.” Then the music stopped. – True Stories