I Came Home From Overseas Expecting to See My 1969 Corvette Waiting

board and the entirely ordinary kitchen around them, and something shifted inside me. Not heartbreak exactly, though heartbreak was part of it. More like clarity, the cold precise kind that comes when the fog finally clears and the terrain is exactly what it is, no worse and no better than what you can see.

I don’t remember sitting down, but I was suddenly continue reading …