“He’s Not Moving Away From Me,” She Said. I Packed My Bags and Left Them Both Behind

dented his.

“Claire,” he said, and there was relief in his voice, as if my appearance confirmed I was real and this was all some misunderstanding he could smooth over. “You look good.”

“Thank you.”

“This place is…” He gestured vaguely at the clubhouse, the grounds, the community. “It’s nice. Really nice. How did you—I mean, the promotion must have come continue reading …