Group Sex

You stand in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, smoothing the front of the soft emerald wrap dress you chose for today. It hugs your figure just right—evidence of the hours you’ve spent in yoga classes, on hiking trails, and lifting weights these past ten years. Your skin still glows, your hair falls in loose waves that catch the light, and the faint lines around your eyes only make you look interesting, not old. You smile at your reflection, a small, private smile. You earned this. After everything, you finally learned how to put yourself first. Ten years ago, the world cracked open when your husband died suddenly. The kids—already halfway out the door into their own lives—looked at you like you’d somehow failed them by falling apart. They blamed you for the …

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