She Told Me I Hardly Used The Space Anyway, Which Was True, And Also Not The Point She Thought It Was

twenty-six years building a new life where nobody from her past could find her.

She moved out that spring. Not because I forced her to, but because the past she’d worked so hard to escape had finally found her.

Last October, the orchard opened to the public. At the top of the lane sits a bench bearing my husband’s name. Harold sits there most Sundays.continue reading …