They Slowly Erased Me From My Own Home. Then I Found My Husband’s Letter — and Took It All Back.

things, like he was trying to see through to what was on the other side.

“What do you think, Kathy?” he asked.

I looked at the brambles, the sagging fence line, the waterlogged soil.

“I think,” I said, “it’s going to take a lot of work.”

He grinned. “Good thing we’ve got time.”

We closed on it in June. By August we’d cleared the land. By October the foundation continue reading …