Your husband is a writer and he writes a book about the woman who was his wife before you were his wife. Except a lot of the things that happen to the wife in the book are things that actually happened to you in real life. What if you’re a writer too. What if you want to write about the things he’s already written about, the stories that were yours that have now become the stories belonging to the fictional version of his ex-wife. Whose stories are they now. Do they belong to nobody now? Do they belong to everyone? Maybe the husband remembers them more clearly than I do now. Are stories more like sweaters, or breaths?