It was weird.
Seeing their stuffed animals and old Barbie dolls here. Their shoes, their DVDs, their clothing. It was as if I'd stepped into some surreal alternate dimension. None of this seemed to fit right. Not yet. I knew that if I'd pushed hard enough we'd have been granted the house. Caroline would have been made to find her own apartment, and I could have continued to raise the girls in a house that had become their home. But it was just walls and floors to me, a place too big even for the three of us. An obscenely luxurious abode that now seemed the most unfriendly, unwelcoming atmopshere, at least to me. I associated the place with years of distance between Caroline and I, the marble floors accentuating the lack of feeling between us. The stark, crisp, modern decor displaying a la
