It started with a box of my mom’s homemade bread and pickles. I asked Adam, my husband, to pop the car trunk so I could load it in. He hesitated. “Just put it in the back seat,” he said too quickly. “Why? Isn’t the trunk empty?” “It’s… dirty. Cement dust. I’ll clean it later.” From…
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