In Time

Bev gave me my marriage back as surely as the shoebox did.

She just did it out of an empty chair.

Chapter 7 — The First Reach

I did not know how to reach for a man I’d been married to for forty years, which is its own kind of absurd, but there it is.

I was nervous.

I was nervous to reach for my own husband.

I settled on dinner.

Not at home — out, somewhere, the two of us, a thing we had not done just to do it in longer than I could remember.