The Salad Bowl Confession
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The August sun was warm on my shoulders, the kind of lazy afternoon that felt borrowed from a happier time. Our backyard was green and quiet, save for the hum of a lawnmower two houses down. Sarah sat across from me at the old picnic table, the one we’d bought at a garage sale when our daughter was born. She was cutting her grilled chicken into neat, small pieces, the way she always did. I was reaching for the salad bowl when she spoke.
“I’m in love with David,” she said, her voice flat, as if she were commenting on the temperature of the iced tea. “And I’m divorcing you.”
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