No Returns on Broken Vows
Language: en
Morgan lived by a strict, almost sacred rule: whatever was borrowed had to be returned in person, hand to hand. Which meant every single possession her ex-boyfriend had left behind when he moved out was treated like a sacred relic that required her personal courier service. An old umbrella meant a three-hour drive into the rain. A paperback novel cost her half a day’s paid leave. A single silver cuff earring required a round-trip flight across state lines. Five years. Five years of our marriage, and somehow, the ghosts he left scattered across our life had still not been entirely…