A woman nine years out finds the teapot on the top shelf where she put it so she'd stop seeing it, and she stands in her own kitchen at four in the afternoon feeling something she thought she was done feeling in 2019. That happens to women who are certain about the decision, who wouldn't go back, who have built good lives since. It isn't a sign that anything is unfinished.

Everyone assumes the distance made it easier. Six years without contact, so surely the loss was already absorbed. It doesn't work that way.