Farewell, Sterling

Everyone in Los Angeles said that Sean Sterling was madly in love with me.

If I wanted the stars, he would never settle for the moon.

Because I was a picky eater, he personally cooked all three meals a day for me for five years.

During an earthquake, he used his own body to shield me from falling bricks and stones.

And I had always believed that, too.

Until the night of our fifth wedding anniversary, when a friend request came from an unfamiliar number.

I tapped open the profile and saw every single image of Sean Sterling accompanying her to see the Northern Lights, celebrating her…