I Came Home For Thanksgiving And Found A Note Saying I Had To Care For My Husband’s Stepfather

Yes, Victor. We began.

I started the engine and pulled away from the curb and drove toward the part of my life that did not yet have a shape, which is the best kind of part because it means nothing has been decided yet. The road ahead was clear in the way of autumn roads in the early afternoon, open and particular and entirely available.

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