The morning Marissa Crowwell flew back into Tucson from Tokyo, she expected heat, jet lag, and the quiet comfort of her own front porch. Instead, a man she had never met stepped out of a black sedan in her driveway and asked who she was
The morning I flew back into Tucson, a man I had never seen before stepped out of a black sedan in my driveway and asked who I was as if I were the one trespassing.
For a second, the question did not become words in my head.
It just hung there in the heat.
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