I married Evie because I needed shelter, security, and a future I thought her house could give me. For a long time, I called it survival because that sounded better than the truth.
Evelyn was seventy-one, widowed, and gentle in a way that made people soften around her. I was twenty-five, broke, drowning in debt, and sleeping in my truck …
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