On Wednesday, my partner, Hilly, sent me a text message that neatly divided the day into two halves: Before I Knew and the After I Knew.
“Babe. Paula was found dead today.”
I was standing in my kitchen, making lunch. Just moments earlier, we were firing messages back and forth about a potential house to rent for an upcoming wedding. And now, Paula was dea…
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