What We Did
Christobel Kent
"From the turnoff into the cul-de-sac, Bridget saw the lights on downstairs and up: that meant they were both home"
"From the turnoff into the cul-de-sac, Bridget saw the lights on downstairs and up: that meant they were both home"
"The moment I entered my second-floor apartment after work, my eyes went to the small dark-walnut stand to the left of the door in anticipation."
"My wife and I are different types of liars. It’s one of the interesting things you learn after nearly two decades of marriage."
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