I Invited My Coworker to Our Fourth of July Barbecue Because He Had Nowhere Else to Go — But the Moment He Saw My Wife, He Turned Pale

afraid it might vanish.

Eva looked at Joan. “So Sylvia doesn’t know where you live?”

“No,” Joan said. “I made sure of that.”

“No,” Joan said quietly. “But she’s still there.”

I knew what she meant.

The old town. The old story Sylvia had been telling for thirteen years.

I turned toward Joan. “We don’t have to do anything tonight.”

She looked through the glass continue reading …