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e sat behind the wheel of the Volvo across the street from June’s house like he’d done every day since the confrontation with Tess. Hours sitting in his car, watching and waiting. But Tess had yet to show. He had stopped by the library numerous times, but her coworkers hadn’t seen her and were worried sick. It was so unlike her to not show up for work. She had simply disappeared.
A few days earlier, a moving van rumbled up to the house and backed up the driveway. And for the first time in twenty-two years, Aaron spotted his ex-wife. June stepped onto the porch, looking thinner than he remembered, face and hair ravaged. She smoked a cigarette and spoke to the driver of the moving van, barely making eye contact with the man. She shook her head and gestured toward his truck. The driver, i
