CHAPTER 5: CRAIG
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Craig pulled into his driveway. He loved their house. It was modest in size but well-made but more than that, it was home. A heaviness settled on his shoulders and in his chest, making him feel older than his forty-eight years. He didn’t want a divorce. He didn’t want to date again. He wanted his wife.
Liz stepped out of the house and he let his eyes roam over her. God, he loved this woman. She didn’t look much different than the day they’d met over twenty years ago. Her hips had widened and her breasts weren’t as firm, but it didn’t detract from her looks. Instead, it made her look like the woman she was, not the young girl she’d been. Her hair was lighter now—more a honey blonde than brown—but it suited her. He hardened at the memory of how soft it was casca
