After My Husband Left on a Business Trip, My Child Said We Shouldn’t Go Home. I Listened

off a cliff while simultaneously feeling like the only sane choice available.

We didn’t go back home.

I did the opposite of muscle memory, the opposite of routine, the opposite of every Thursday afternoon for the past six years. I didn’t aim the car toward our subdivision with its neat lawns and its HOA regulations and its families that all looked vaguely continue reading …