My Husband Made Me Leave the Barbecue Until He Discovered What Was Waiting at Home

in the mailbox had my name on it and no one else’s. Every key on the ring belonged to me, and I had had them cut myself.

On the first warm weekend of spring, Claire came up with takeout and a bottle of wine. We ate noodles straight out of the cartons on my new balcony and watched the sun go down behind the foothills.

Do you ever miss them? she asked.continue reading …