My couch has seen better days. There are white scrapes and slight rips on the sides from pushing it in and out of New York City apartment doorways. Scribbles from an exuberant child artist. A small tear where
She was married to him for three years, knew him for twenty-five. Matt, the neighborhood kid was her best friend long before they married. Something changed when they finally tied the knot. Stephanie lost something, lost herself
