The temperature in Moose Jaw hadn’t gotten above minus 40 degrees in days. I hated leaving my warm apartment that morning last January to go grocery shopping. Not that I had anything better to do; I’d long since retired from nursing, and after separating from my husband about nine months earlier, most of my days had been spent in front of the TV.
For much of the last decade of our 43-year marriage, I’d been my husband’s caregiver as he struggled with clinical depression. When he became emotionally abusive, I
