I Came Home For Thanksgiving, The House Was Freezing, A Note On The Counter Read, We Went On A Cruise, You Handle Victor
I drove three hours through an early North Carolina winter to get home for Thanksgiving, imagining a hot shower, a glass of wine, and my husband Brady waiting with open arms. Instead, I walked into a dark, freezing house that smelled like ammonia and neglect. The thermostat blinked 52 degrees. The silence felt wrong. I … Read more