Divorce papers arrived at 2:14 p.m., and by 3:00 she had destroyed everything i built. i thought i was the villain until i discovered the baby was never mine.

for one thing.

A lone envelope resting on the kitchen island.

My name again.

I opened it without hesitation.

Inside was a key.

And an address.

No explanation.

Nothing more.

Just a key.

And a destination.

I stared at it for several long minutes.

Then I grabbed my coat.

The address took me north.

Far north.

Beyond the city.

Beyond the suburbs.

Toward a quiet lakeside continue reading …