Where did you get that ring

But I had learned.

“No,” I said gently. “This trip is for me.”

Caleb nodded. “Good.”

And he meant it.

At the bus station, Marlene insisted on driving me herself, even though she was retired by then.

The same bench was still there.

Same cracked sidewalk.

Same faded timetable.

But I was not the same woman.

I stood where my children had left me and touched the continue reading …