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

we had settled. “We used to come on Sundays when the weather held. She would sit with a book; I would walk the shore. We thought the quiet meant we were content.”

“And were you?” I asked.

“For a while,” he said. “Then illness came and the quiet changed. It became heavy. Filled with things we didn’t know how to say without breaking something.”

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