Where did you get that ring

who became witnesses.

The house that waited.

The woman inside you who did not die on that bench.

My bus pulled in at 8:17 in the morning.

Exactly two years after the SUV drove away.

The door opened.

The driver smiled. “Heading south?”

I lifted my suitcase.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m finally going places.”

As the bus rolled out of Millford, I looked through the window continue reading …