I WANTED TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT

“I… did not want to talk about Fred,” I said, making it clear.

“That was your right,” Simone replied. “But he was still out there, like some man with superpowers—like he never broke.”

I stood and walked toward the door. For me, the subject truly was over.

When I neared the kitchen, I smelled it before I even opened the door. Kitchens were always the places that soothed me the most. Maybe that was why I spent most of my life inside ...