MY HUSBAND TOLD ME I’D GO BACK TO NOTHING

that if anyone ever looked, there’d be two trails instead of one.”

The Suburban pulled into traffic. Somewhere a horn went off and kept going.

“You think he’s still alive.”

“I think,” Eleanor said carefully, “that I spent twenty-nine years being told one impossible thing was true. I’m not going to assume the second one is dead just because it’s easier.continue reading …