The Night My Daughter-in-Law Sent Me to Sleep in the Garage

of his car starting drifted through the garage a minute later, then faded away down the driveway.

I looked around the cold, cramped room, my fingers brushing the locket Gordon had left me. A faint draft seeped under the door, carrying the damp smell of gasoline.

I closed my eyes and whispered to myself.

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