“You look ten years younger, Margaret,” Helen said one afternoon, handing me a freshly baked blueberry muffin. “Your face doesn’t look so tired anymore.”
“I don’t feel tired anymore, Helen,” I replied softly, looking out at the sunlit garden. “I feel like myself again.”
Meanwhile, across town, Colin and Jessica were forced to face the reality of their own life.
With thirty days left on their lease, they had to hire a realtor, scramble to find a rental in the same school district, and pack up a four-bedroom house entirely by themselves. Without me there to cook dinner, fold laundry, or supervise the kids after school, Jessica was forced to take time off from her law firm to handle the household logistics.
It didn’t take long for the cracks in their polished lifestyle to show.
Three weeks after I moved out, Colin called me on a Tuesday evening.
