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

the town Joan had run from. Gabriel sat beside Eva, giving directions.

The closer we got, the quieter Joan became.

I reached across the console. “Still with me?”

She nodded.

“Say it,” I said.

She glanced at me.

I kept my voice low. “Not for me. For you.”

She took a breath. “I’m alive.”

“Again.”

“I’m alive,” she said, stronger.

Eva leaned forward. “And?”

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