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

back once. They were still there, Linda gesturing emphatically, Ethan looking lost and smaller somehow, both of them diminished by their own limitations.

I went inside and closed the door. Not with a slam, but with the quiet click of something finished, complete, irrevocably over.

That night, I sat on my porch with a glass of wine, listening to the sounds continue reading …