Marriage

It Takes Time

That very first night, I sagged into the couch cushions. Tie, still half done, and suitcase at my feet. Divorce papers left with a note on the coffee table. Welcome home. That very first night, I was numb with exhaustion. Home from an business trip only to realize the...

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A Home’s Value

He came home from a grueling day of back-breaking work, eyes squinting against the evening sunshine cascading through the room. Trusting his keys to fall on the table by the door, the clang of metal striking the floor jarred him from his sluggish thoughts. Scanning...

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