I Left My House Empty Three Days Before Christmas

down a hallway or asking where the cinnamon rolls were. For a full minute I didn’t move because I was scared if I sat up too fast the whole thing would turn back into my old life.

But it didn’t.

I showered. I put on slacks and a sweater. I went downstairs and drank weak lobby coffee with Pat from the front desk and a retired couple from Ohio who complained continue reading …