The Person Who Walked Into That Diner Knew My Husband’s Secret

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The thing I know now

It’s been six weeks.

There are lawyers.

There are records being pulled from basements and county storage and a retired clerk in Dayton who remembers Margaret Voss “clear as a gun barrel.” There are forms with bad signatures. Dates that don’t make sense. Enough rot under the floorboards to keep digging for a long time.

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