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

trembled on the steering wheel while my mind raced through every possible disaster.

An accident.

A heart attack.

A stroke.

But another thought kept creeping in.

Why that hospital?

It was nearly forty minutes in the opposite direction from his parents’ house.

Nothing about it made sense.

The more I thought about it, the less sense anything made.

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