Ignoring my defeated tone, she says, “But boiled down, it means that what you need to let go of are your illusions.”
I furrow my brow. “Illusions about what?”
Destiny meets my gaze. There’s something very sad in her eyes.
“Only you can answer that question, sugar. You asked the Tarot how you can move on from your husband. My advice to you, based on this reading, is to take a hard look at exactly what you’re holding onto.” She taps a fingernail on the Ten of Swords. “There’s a betrayal here. Maybe it’s about that.”
I shake my head. “No. That doesn’t make sense. Michael never betrayed me.” “Are you sure?”
Into my head pops the memory of the time the woman at Michael’s holiday work party called him a prick. Sharon or Karen or whatever her name was, the same woman who stood behind me at h
