SHE USED TO KISS HIM THROUGH THE CAR WINDOW, NOW SHE WALKS TO THE MARKET BY HERSELF
Every Thursday morning, I sat at the same café with my barely warm cappuccino and a notebook I rarely filled. It had become a quiet routine since moving to this sleepy Oregon coast town—my escape from the chaos of Seattle. The streets here moved slower, the air carried the scent of salt and fresh bread,…