ADVERTISEMENT
The door slammed behind me. The deadbolt clicked.
I turned and looked through the window.
Claire was sitting in my chair at the dining table, eating pumpkin pie.
That image stayed with me longer than the cold.
I slept in my 2003 Honda Civic that night, parked six blocks away. For forty-seven nights, from November 25 to January 10, my car was my house.continue reading …
ADVERTISEMENT