I was two exits from home, and my life felt as steady as the road.
Both kids were tucked away at college.
The lake cabin my father left me sat quiet on weekends, waiting for us.
A developer had recently offered to buy it for a huge amount.
But some things were worth more than a check.
I was two exits from home
Everyone we knew called David and I’s marriage the unshakable kind.
Still, small things had been bumping against the edge of my attention.
A new lock on David’s home office, brass and clean.
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