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

their scales will do that to a person. I shuffle into the kitchen, put on the kettle, and grind my coffee beans by hand. The noise fills the quiet house with a friendly little growl. Black coffee only. No sugar, no cream. It smells like memory and stubbornness in equal measure.

While the water boils, I open the curtains and let the pale morning light continue reading …