They Went on a Holiday Cruise and Left Me With a Man They Called a “Problem”

before Thomas arrived was content, or at least convinced of her own contentment. I had my routines, my piano, my carefully maintained solitude. I told myself I was done with surprises. That I had lived through enough upheaval and now deserved the gentle predictability of the same coffee, the same morning light, the same keys under the same hands.

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