“Could you stand aside for this one? It’s just immediate family.” My husband said it in front of nearly fifty people at the birthday dinner I had spent two months arranging, then watched as his former wife stepped into the space beside him. I left before the photographer lowered his camera. By the next morning, I had learned the photograph wasn’t an accident—and that being erased from one picture was the smallest thing my husband had been hiding from me.
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