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The house pressed dark and sharp against the blue sky of the morning as the gravel crunched under the tires of our old Ford Taurus. My husband, Chris, gripped the wheel and looked over at me, his hazel eyes flat and cold. Eyes that used to pour over me. Eyes that used to spark when he laughed. Before his business went under. He jerked up the emergency brake as we pulled in front of the house.
The house pressed dark and sharp against the blue sky of the morning as the gravel crunched under the tires of our old Ford Taurus. My husband, Chris, gripped the wheel and looked over at me, his hazel eyes flat and cold. Eyes that used to pour over me. Eyes that used to spark when he laughed. Before his business went under. He jerked up the emergency brake as we pulled in front of the house.
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