In a sudden turn, my wife ended our two-decade-long marriage overnight, leaving only a bottle of floor cleaner and a note behind

“What’s that?”

“You notice things now. Like how I painted my nails green yesterday.”

I spun her gently. “Mint green. And you missed a spot on your pinky.”

She smiled and I realized that sometimes losing everything is just the universe’s way of making room for something better. And something real.