Where did you get that ring

the second anniversary of the bus stop, I took Henry’s suitcase from the closet again.

Caleb was there that morning, fixing a loose cabinet hinge.

He watched me set the suitcase on the kitchen table.

“You going somewhere?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He smiled carefully. “Where?”

I opened the suitcase.

Inside, I had packed a blue dress, walking shoes, a paperback novel,continue reading …