By March, the bare trees in the park had begun to look less dead and more undecided. My schedule remained relentless, which suited me. Pain shrinks in proportion to responsibility if one is sufficiently disciplined. I flew to London, then Zurich, then Singapore. I bought a manufacturing company in Germany and walked away from a consumer brand in California after the founder mistook charisma for business fundamentals. I increased our philanthropic allocation in education and revised the criteria for a scholarship program I had funded quietly for years under a foundation name no one linked to me.
At some point the tabloids lost interest in my canceled wedding and found fresher prey.
At some point I stopped checking whether Derek had called.
At some point I realized I had gone entire days without thinking of him at all.
Healing, in my experience, is less a sunrise than a long series of unnoticed evenings in which darkness arrives later than it used to.
Still, certain absences made themselves known in odd moments.
A restaurant reservation for two I forgot to cancel because I had made it months earlier in optimism. A cufflink left in a drawer of my guest room from a night Derek once stayed over after a charity dinner, never guessing the apartment was mine. The way my body sometimes still turned toward a joke or observation at the end of a long day, searching for a person no longer entitled to receive my softer thoughts.
Loss is embarrassing that way. Even when a decision is right, the body mourns habit before the mind finishes thanking itself for escape.
One Thursday in April, after a fourteen-hour day and a transatlantic conference call that should have been an email, I found myself standing in front of Bellmont Bridal on Madison Avenue.
I had not planned to go.
But the car slowed at a light, and there it was. The same windows, the same careful displays, the same polished brass handles. Something in me refused to let that address remain the site of my humiliation.
“Keep the car here,” I told my driver.
Inside, the salon was quieter than I remembered. Afternoon light spilled across satin and silk. For one suspended second every employee near the front desk stiffened, clearly recognizing me and equally clearly unsure whether I had come to file a complaint, issue demands, or collapse dramatically among the tulle.