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

work three twelve-hour shifts a week. But on my days off, I do things I want to do. I travel—to places I choose, on trips where my presence isn’t a logistics problem. I see friends. I sit in my kitchen at six-thirty in the evening and eat whatever I feel like eating, at a table set for one, and the silence isn’t lonely. It’s the silence of a house continue reading …