Chapter 1: When Dreams Shatter Like Glass
My name is Elizabeth—Liz to those who knew me before everything fell apart. At thirty-five, I thought I had mapped out the geography of my life: a loving husband, a house with good bones and better memories, and someday, the sound of children’s laughter echoing through rooms that waited patiently to be filled.
But life, I’ve learned, has a cruel sense of humor about our carefully laid plans.
