Found Their Records, Ended the Marriage

Synopsis

The cold kitchen tiles pressed against my cheek as I lay sprawled across the floor, my vision swimming with black spots. How long had I been here? Minutes? Hours? The hunger had become a living thing inside me, clawing at my stomach walls, making rational thought nearly impossible. Three days without a proper meal. Three days of rationing the last packet of saltine crackers I'd found in the back of our pantry. Three days since I'd checked our joint account to find it drained—again. With trembling fingers, I reached for my phone that had clattered to the floor beside me. The screen was cracked from the fall, spiderwebbing across Michael's smiling face in our wedding photo wallpaper. How fitting. "Please," I whispered as I dialed his number, hating the desperation in my voice. "Please pick up." He answered on the fourth ring. "What is it, Sarah? I'm in the middle of