She might not have the courage to say it out loud, but she was in love. For the first time in her life. At almost sixty years of age. What did it say about her that she had married and spent twenty years with someone she wasn’t in love with. Now she saw clearly she’d been stunted emotionally. She married Brian to avoid being alone, to try to be like everyone else, and thought Brian felt the same way. She finally admitted to herself what she’d ignored for years, possibly decades: Brian loved her. And now she was in love with someone else. All too soon she was in front of her apartment building. Dreading entering, she stood there. The doorman did his duty, so her inertia was short-lived. Once inside the lobby, her nerves got the better of her. Would Brian question her? If he did, what could she say? There was a bench in the lobby and she sat for a few minutes before heading upstairs. “Brian?” The place was silent. Archie greeted her with a meow, and rubbed against her leg.
