Andrea watched as the trailer rig pulled into their lot. This was a new beginning, for them and their children.
She turned to look for George who was standing by a small creek looking lost.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re wondering why we lived like kings for so long when we could have been happy as paupers like now.”
“I never meant you to have to start over like this.” His voice broke. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey! We’re bankrupt, not dead. And all I need is the air that I breathe and to love you.”
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