deed, and the name on the deed was mine.
Ethan got in the car. I sat beside him. He did not start the engine immediately. He put one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my knee and waited.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Okay,” I said.
He started the car. The engine caught and settled into its low, steady hum. We pulled down the driveway and onto the road, continue reading …
