I walked out of the dry cleaner’s with his freshly pressed shirts draped over my arm when one of his coworkers whispered,
I got home with Sergio’s shirts folded across the back seat like a mockery. Everything looked the same: the photos from our wedding in Guanajuato, the cushions I had picked out, the table where I… I walked out of the dry cleaner’s with his freshly pressed shirts draped over my arm when one of his coworkers whispered,









