I Said Goodbye To My Husband Six Months Ago Until I Heard His Voice In A Grocery Store

sat on the porch steps as if her bones had been removed. I should have left her there. A colder woman might have. But cruelty had already had enough help in this story.

I sat beside her, leaving space between us.

“I gave him my life,” she said.

“So did I.”

“Do you hate him?”

I looked toward my car.

“I did. Then I understood that hatred is still a room he continue reading …