beside her.
“I earned this when I was 22,” Edith said. “Then I married you, had children, planted flowers in window boxes, and pretended that was enough.”
“It wasn’t?”
She looked at him.
“I loved our life, Frank. I loved our children. But no. It wasn’t enough.”
He took her hand.
“Then let’s build it.”
They moved into the house that weekend with two air mattresses,continue reading …
