The Voice Beneath the Dirt: My Husband Thought No One Could Hear What He Did
At home, Renata was dancing with her in the kitchen to an old song Grandma used to play.
Josephine squealed when she saw me.
I set down the groceries and picked her up.
The room smelled of toast and ripe fruit.
The back door was open to the evening air.
No one was angry.
No one demanded an account of where I had been.
Josephine reached for my hair with a sticky little hand, and I laughed.
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