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Three hours. That is how long it lasted.
By the end I was on the hallway floor. Wrecked. Unable to move. The front door still hanging open to the warm August night, the neighbors' sprinklers going across the street, and I did not care who heard me. I had screamed for Damon Price again and again, in the house I share with my husband, and I meant every second of it.
And then Mark's headlights swept across the driveway.
I heard his car door. His footsteps on the walkway. The creak of the third porch step, the one he keeps saying he will fix. His shadow filled the doorway. Gas station flowers in one hand.
"Hey, babe. Sorry, I'm la-"
