Written in response https://fivedotoh.com/2023/04/25/fandangos-story-starter-94/ She held out her arms to hug me, but I knew this wasn’t my house, and she definitely wasn’t my wife. How did I know? There was something different about her. Like she was a different shape. The slant of her eyes, going the wrong way. It wasn’t just my wife.Continue reading “She Held Out”