My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

opened the windows.

Clean air moved through every room.

For three days, I did not answer work emails except emergencies. I walked along the water. I made terrible coffee. I slept under a quilt Adrian had bought from a roadside shop because he liked the woman who made it.

On the final morning, I sat on the dock with his letter in my lap.

I had read it dozens continue reading …