Back at my new apartment, I placed the time capsule on a bookshelf. There was no reason to destroy it; the box contained more than just memories of Ethan. My life had always been larger than him.
My phone rang, and Ethan’s name flashed on the screen.
Had he somehow sensed the final, sputtering gasps of our marriage? Was this one last, desperate flare before the flame went out for good?
I let it ring, neither answering nor declining. When the
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