“I don’t know where I’m going.”
I smiled.
“I do.”
“We’re heading north.”
“There’s a diner with an empty room.”
Behind me…
My family waited.
Ahead of me…
The road stretched toward home.
For years I believed that lonely gas station was the place where my husband abandoned me.
Eventually I understood the truth.
It was the place where I finally stopped abandoning myself.
There will always be a quiet sadness for the frightened woman I used to be.
For the years Kyle lost with his son.
For Ruth, whose blue minivan would never again appear around that bend.
But gratitude and grief can live inside the same heart.
So can joy and scars.
I never returned to the husband who left me.
I returned to the road where my real life began.
And this time…
I brought someone else home with me.
THE END
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