My Ex Heard One Name at the Airport and Started Running

air always smells the same. Fuel, hot rubber, coffee from somewhere too far to matter. People wheeling their whole lives behind them.

“Stay next to me,” I told the kids.

The driver unloaded our bags. There were only four suitcases because that’s all I let myself pack. Clothes, school records, medication, the little ceramic horse Lily insisted was lucky,continue reading …