porch light on for me.
I drove without knowing where I was going. Eventually, I pulled into a twenty-four-hour Kroger parking lot because it was bright and had cameras. I sat there gripping the steering wheel in the cold, too numb for tears to feel possible.
At 10:34 p.m., my phone rang.
The caller ID showed my bank.
I almost ignored it.
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