September 11, 1965, 9:00 p.m.
Dear Diary
The day started off like every other day. I was staring at the clock, eagerly waiting for Patrick to arrive. I couldn’t wait to see it. I was so excited to tell him how the baby started kicking. But, as soon as he arrived, he shattered my heart by announcing his departure. He sat down and gave me a speech. I had no idea what he was talking about until the last sentence. He told me he was breaking up with me. This knocked me into a feeling of disbelief and sadness. Him leaving set off a spark inside me a clear vision that came. After Patrick left, I found myself standing in the kitchen, staring at the leg of a lamb that would soon end his life. Without