“Sometimes, coming home in the early morning like this, I’d imagine things had altered while I was absent: a knife on the bread board that I didn’t remember leaving out, a book face down on the table, a cup brimming with tea and dishwater in the sink. The evidence I wanted didn’t need to be too elaborate or detailed. I could have constructed an entire afterlife from a half-moon of lemon rind or a small blister of jam on the tablecloth.”
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