My husband left me to marry my younger sister. Four years later, when he saw the little boy standing behind me, all the color drained from his face.
The day Mark told me he was leaving felt like the ground disappeared beneath my feet. He wasn’t just ending our marriage and he wanted to marry my younger sister, Emily. For eight years, we’d shared a home in Portland, Oregon, built what I thought was a quiet, stable life. Emily was five years…
