My Son Decided We Were Selling the House Right After My Wife Died
It was near the end of October when I first noticed the truck. Not every day. Not even often enough, at first, to feel certain of it. Just enough to make itself known. A dark pickup parked half a kilometer down the road near the old trail access, always angled toward the trees, always gone …
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