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“Marriages fall apart every day," she told her reflection. "Other women live through it. So will you."


But how?


Claire moved closer to the mirror and stared into her eyes, eyes that Kirk claimed were the color of the irises that bloomed every spring under their front window. Who was this woman staring back at her?


A wife. A mother. Who else? What did other people see? What did they think?”
― C.J. Carmichael, The Fourth Child