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a mailbox painted the same shade of cream as the shutters.
We had two kids, Mia, who was 12, and Owen, who was nine. I was a high school English teacher. Daniel ran a midsize logistics company he had inherited from his father.
On paper, we looked exactly like what we were supposed to look like. And for a long time, that was enough for me.
I was the woman continue reading …
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