He Took A Secret Trip With His Lover—And Came Home To Nothing

the locks changed. I redecorated. I replaced the dining table where I’d set candles for a man who was planning to steal the room they were sitting in. I painted the bedroom a color Richard would have hated, not out of spite but out of the particular pleasure of choosing something for no reason other than wanting it.

I’m still a pediatric nurse. I still continue reading …