While Cleaning My Husband’s Car, I Accidenta…

across from each other and finding our way back.

But had there ever been?

Had there been a version of my marriage that was real enough to return to?

No.

The phone under the seat had answered that question.

I signed what needed to be signed.

The following Tuesday, Marcus sent me a brief text.

Subject met R this afternoon. Two hours. Lincoln Park studio. I continue reading …