I came home from another woman’s bed at 4:17 in the morning and found a SOLD sign planted in my front yard.

on the back porch with the door closed.

Evenings when he came home hours late, smelling like rain and coffee instead of his father’s aftershave.

A growing exhaustion around his eyes.

A distance I could feel but couldn’t explain.

“Mom, the sauce!”

Emma’s voice snapped me back to reality.

I had stopped stirring completely.

The sauce was beginning to burn when continue reading …