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Viv
Starting over
Viv Thurman stood, tall and dry-eyed, in the house where she’d raised her children.
She needed to call a cleaning service and double check with the local agent she’d engaged to make sure there was nothing else to do before she drove home.
Home was such a tricky word. This had been her home, for thirty-six years. Now that the pain had passed, she found herself strangely at peace with selling the house. It was empty of everything except a few pieces of furniture the real estate agent thought properly staged it, just enough to let new people, potential buyers, imagine themselves here in the future.
Like they had, she and Drew. It had been only the third house they’d looked at, but they’d been able to see their future in it immediately. They’d stood right here in the
