Some years ago, my husband at the time, Sebastian, and I decided to spend our second anniversary backpacking in the wilderness.
We would celebrate our love in solitude, as far away from ringing phones, television, e-mail, Facebook, and Twitter as we could get. We were young, naïve and arrogant—maybe not masters of the Universe but at least in charge of our own adventures. It never occurred to us that things might not go as planned.
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