Didn’t see that one coming

Renee Good was killed by ICE on a Wednesday.

That Thursday, a tectonic plate shifted and my life erupted.

Eight days later, a nice, steady man said the safest option was divorce.

And then, my head stopped spinning. I had a plan.

Maybe 14 years ago, I could have seen this coming if I’d looked harder.

Maybe there’s no hindsight here.

Leave a comment