“Couldn’t sleep much. You?”
“Slept like a rock. Took the trash out, then didn’t budge after that.”
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On Thursday, I set my phone alarm for 2:55 a.m.
and tucked it under my pillow. When it vibrated, I kept my breathing steady, my eyes closed. When I opened them, Dave’s side of the bed was already empty…
and cold.
I slipped out of bed and crept to the window. Our street looked peaceful with the porch lights casting yellow pools on empty sidewalks. Then I saw him.
Dave stood on the front porch of the blue house across the street.
The house where Betty had moved after her divorce last fall. The house with the perfectly manicured lawn and the woman who wore yoga pants to the grocery store like they were evening gowns.
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