The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Chapter One I have always believed that a house holds its breath when the owner leaves. The rain had been sideways for seven days, turning the pine barrens outside my window into a gray sludge that smelled of wet ash and diesel. I stood in the doorway of the garage, the one we used to fix marriages in, holding a bouquet of dried chrysanthemums that Hana had bought for our last anniversary. My...

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