The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

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It wasn’t expensive.

But somehow it felt more alive than my penthouse overlooking downtown Seattle.

Mine was filled with marble, glass, expensive artwork…

And silence.

Her little blue house still felt like home.

I sat in the driveway longer than I intended.

I should have driven away.

Instead…

I climbed out of the car.

Walked through the fresh snow.

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