Where did you get that ring

forty minutes,” she said. “I’ll look for you.”

“Thank you.”

She smiled. “Honey, any woman sitting at a bus stop with that look on her face has already survived more than people know.”

Then she drove away.

The alley smelled of wet brick and old leaves. I walked slowly, one hand on the wall, suitcase bumping against my leg. Halfway down, I found the side continue reading …