Closing the Distance
I sighed as I put the car in park. It was nice to be home, but it was bittersweet. I looked at the window as I stepped out of the car, and there she was, with her hand pressed against the glass.Janie was a secretary at the law firm that handled my divorce, and ten years my junior. I had interacted with her at least as often as I did the lawyer, and some way – somehow – we connected. I asked her out when it was obvious the details of the divorce were almost hammered out. We were made for each...