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My husband had spent years telling me that his work at the hospital was the reason he missed dinners, weekends, and finally our ninth anniversary. So when I secretly booked an appointment under my maiden name and walked into an office filled with women’s dresses, wigs, makeup, and a camera, I thought I had uncovered the worst kind of betrayal. Then Owen looked at me and whispered, “Camille, these women come here because they’re trying to survive.”
Part 1 The measuring tape lay between us on the carpet. Neither of us moved to pick it up. I could hear the faint...
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