The Rope Snapped, But the Knot Remains

On college move-in day, I ran into the ex-husband I hadn't seen in over ten years. Richard rolled down his car window. The scar on his wrist was hidden beneath a familiar string of beads. He took off his sunglasses and stared at me, a little stunned. "Louise, why didn't you come find me after you got out?" I tugged my collar closed and turned my head to avoid his gaze. "Sir, where's the luggage you need me to carry?"