They Went on a Holiday Cruise and Left Me With a Man They Called a “Problem”

the afternoon preparing the guest room, muttering the entire time. The room had been David’s when he was young. The posters and trophies were long gone, replaced by neutral bedding and the kind of books people leave in vacation rentals. As I smoothed clean sheets across the mattress, I was aware of my own reluctance, tight and small in my chest, like continue reading …