The Perfect Wife Walked Away
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When she wrestled the bag around to the front, she unzipped it and triumphantly pulled out a rather rumpled looking piece of paper.
Alice looked at the drawing and this time, a single tear escaped. It trickled down her cheek before she swiped it away with the back of her hand.
“Adam, look,” she said, her voice choked. “It’s us.”
I took the sheet of paper. It showed a family grouping drawn in colored crayon. A stick man, a stick woman with a chaotic corona of hair holding a bundle, and a little stick child standing in front. The child had a big smiley face.