not fill the silence.
“I don’t want the house,” she said finally. “I never really wanted the house. I wanted a version of my life here that I had in my head. But I don’t want it this way.”
“Okay,” I said.
“What are you going to do with it?”
I had been thinking about this for a week, in the quiet of the hotel room and the long drives I had been taking in continue reading …
