I Called Off My Wedding With One Sentence

tuxedo, minus the jacket now. Shirt wrinkled. Bow tie undone. He looked less like a titan of industry than a tired banquet manager.

I stepped onto the porch and closed the door behind me.

The neighborhood was quiet except for cicadas and the idling engine. Two porch lights came on across the street. Good. Let them watch.

Richard spread his hands.

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