I GHOSTED MY OWN FAMILY THIS MORNING.
My phone has buzzed twelve times in the last twenty minutes. It’s my daughter, Sarah. Then my son-in-law. Then the landline from the house.
I’m not answering.
Instead, I’m sitting in a diner three towns over, ordering the “Lumberjack Special” and a coffee I didn’t have to brew myself. For the last seven …
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