I cried in my husband’s arms at the airport as he boarded what he claimed was a two-year work assignment in Zurich.
The photograph was not of Lucas. That was the first thing my mind registered, and for one strange second, relief flickered through me. Then I looked closer. It was a picture of our house. Online Image Galleries Our front door. Our porch. Taken from across the street, slightly angled, as though whoever had taken it had … Read more