The Night My Daughter-in-Law Sent Me to Sleep in the Garage

bright to brooding in an hour.

Nathan arrived home earlier than usual, shirt sleeves rolled up, collar damp.

Sable was already there in leggings and a tank top, a towel looped around her neck. She stood in front of the mirror, pretending to stretch.

“You know, yoga was packed today,” she told him. “But I feel so much lighter. I should go more often.”

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