I Left Before They Got Home

pitcher on the patio table.

Slowly, I slipped off the thin gold bracelet Daniel had given me on our first wedding anniversary.

I laid it beside the stack of paper plates.

Then I walked calmly through the side gate, climbed into my car, and drove away.

I never looked back.

When I reached the house, I didn’t scream.

I didn’t throw anything.

I didn’t call anyone.continue reading …