EpilogueFrom the park benches the parents watched the action in the sandbox. Their progeny played, and tumbled, and laughed gleefully in the sunshine of this first warm day of spring.
“William? Is that you?”
The voice that William had not heard for more than four years fit his ear as if it had never left.
“Wow, Jennifer. Hey.”
“How are you, William?” She hadn’t seen him since she left him in the bathroom, naked and crying. The attorneys had handled their divorce.
“I’m doing well.”
“Well, you look good. Very good, in fact.” Jennifer’s eyes wandered over William’s strong chest; the cuffs of his t-shirt sleeves stretched tightly over his biceps.
“Thanks. I’m in training right now. Going out for the US Paralympic team in biathlon. You know, cross-country skiing and shooting? It’s hard w
