Chapter 17 - Returning Briefly To The Old Neighborhood For Documents
To finalize the sale of our old suburban house, I had to fly back to New York alone for a brief twenty-four-hour visit.
The familiar streets looked strangely quiet, stripped of the terror that had once consumed every waking moment of my life.
I unlocked the front door of our old home, the air inside smelling faintly of dust and forgotten memories.
I went straight to my home office desk to gather remaining tax files and legal documents from the bottom drawer.
As I pulled the wooden drawer out completely to check behind it, my fingers brushed against a small, forgotten leather ledger.
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It wasn't a tax file; it was an old personal journal that belonged to Ethan from the first year of our marriage.
I opened it curiously, flipping through pages of dates, sketches, and notes written in his familiar handwriting.
