I jolted awake, my whole body thrumming from the emotional whiplash of the dream. I kept repeating to myself that it was just a stupid dream, until my thudding heart finally slowed from its jackhammer pace.
I'd dreamed that Emma was holding out half of Stephen to me like some kind of messed-up offering, and I thought disgustedly that ss if I collect garbage.
No thanks, I'll pass.
I dragged myself out to the balcony, opened a bottle of fresh coconut, and sipped the crisp, cold juice. The sky was lightening by the second, and the sun burst over the horizon like a ball of blazing fire, painting the line where the sea met the sky in brilliant orange.
The day I'd signed the divorce papers and walked out, I'd hopped on a plane to this popular tourist city to clear my head. The place I rente
