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

a fist that wouldn’t uncurl.

By the time the doorbell rang that evening, the house smelled of lemon cleaner and roasting chicken.

I opened the door to three people on my porch.

David stood closest, wearing his please don’t be mad expression. Clara hovered just behind him, her curls damp with autumn air, her eyes already apologizing before her mouth could.continue reading …