I Left Before They Got Home

the house.

At King Soopers on Alameda, of all places, two weeks later.

I was in produce holding a bag of avocados I didn’t need because I was still doing that divorced-almost-divorced thing where you buy food for a family that no longer exists. He was near the floral section looking wrecked.

No ring.

Same jacket.

Face puffy, like he hadn’t slept.

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