I thought maybe all those years away had been worth it.
Then I walked behind the garage.
That was where I found my wife.
Naomi was standing beside an old tool shed, painfully thin, wearing clothes that hung off her body like they belonged to someone twice her size.
A scarf covered her head.
A bucket of dirty water lay spilled beside her feet.
When she saw me, she didn’t smile.
She didn’t run into my arms.
She backed away like she was terrified that I had discovered something I was never supposed to see.
Then my sister leaned out of the kitchen window and shouted,
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