When My Key Wouldn’t Fit the Lock, I Knew Something Had Changed

until it felt natural. “Elaine,” he said. “The house is gone. I filed for divorce. It’s for your own good.”

For my own good. Seven years of marriage, and that was the line he went with.

I smiled. Standing there on my own front porch in the early evening, duffel bag in one hand, cold coffee in the other, key that no longer worked hanging from my fingers,continue reading …