onto the towels I’d brought earlier.
Then I climbed into the driver’s seat.
For a moment, I sat completely still.
My hands were trembling.
I’d just walked out of Thanksgiving dinner with the main course.
My husband was still inside.
And for the first time in seven years, I had absolutely no intention of going back to make everyone comfortable.
I waited briefly, wondering whether Graham would follow me.
The front door remained closed.
So I started the engine and drove away.
My mother, Pauline, lived in a modest apartment
