I Spent Nearly Two Weeks Recovering From Surgery and My Husband Never Visited Once—Then I Came Home and Froze at the Front Door
Heater running.
Coffee.
Gavin reading badly written detective novels.
Me correcting his guesses.
The room no longer reminded me of his absence first.
It reminded me of years after.
That mattered.
Meaning is not fixed at construction.
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