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The porch tiles were warm beneath my bare feet.

I raised my hand, forcing a smile as the black Toyota car made its way down the long driveway. 

Inside sat William, my sixty-year-old husband.

I kept waving until the car became a distant speck, and finally it vanished from sight.

I was twenty-seven, married to a man old enough to be my grandfather, and it was not something I was proud of.

When my father killed himself after his business collapsed, leaving my mother and me ...