MONICA
Monica pulled the car into the driveway. She glanced around to see if her neighbor
was anywhere in sight, then slogged her way to the front door. Thinking about Jeremy
and Lily was more than she could bear.
After entering the house, she didn’t pause to remove her shoes. Instead, she walked
into the kitchen, pulled a wine glass out of the cupboard, and poured herself a full
measure of vino from the bottle on the counter.
“Come on Red, we need to have some serious conversation.”
Grabbing the half-empty bottle by its neck, Monica shuffled to her bedroom like an
old woman in house slippers and pushed the magic button for her closet. She heard
Jack’s voice whisper in her mind: Call me anytime.
With a deep sigh, Monica let the breath go out of her body and lowered her weary
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