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

The words blurred for a moment, then snapped into ruthless clarity.

They weren’t only talking about fumigation. They were talking about us.

I read slowly, the rain ticking against the window.

They wrote about me being too isolated since James died. About Thomas being too proud to accept help at his residence. About both of us being stubborn and independent continue reading …