Ella:

“I will never be vulnerable again” I promise my 25-year old self as I wipe off any remaining tears.

As I head home, it starts drizzling all of a sudden. Weather in New York could be so unpredictable at times.

I run onto the main street to get a cab as it starts pouring heavily. With no luck in hailing a cab, I quickly seek refuge under the roof of Four Seasons. Every time I pass that hotel, I am reminded of Mary’s acidic jibes that my husband would be washing dishes here.

A huge number of expensive cars seemed to be approaching the entrance constantly. As I looked...