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down, walked straight through the house, and out onto the porch.

The ocean was rough that evening. Wind pressed against my face and carried salt into my hair. I sat in Robert’s old Adirondack chair and cried for the first time since the wedding.

Not because I wanted Richard back.

Not because I felt sorry for myself.

I cried because grief had finally separated continue reading …