He started the truck, but then just sat staring at the house. Marianne waited for a moment, and then asked, “What? Did you forget something?”
“No, just… we’ve been here twenty-two years. And all our stuff, all our furniture…”
“We have to go. It’s not safe. They’re coming. Millions of them, you heard the radio.”
“I carried you across the threshold. Remember? Our kids grew up here. It’s just not easy.”
She put her hand on his, resting on the gearshift. “Honey, I love you, and I’m going to miss this place too. But I don’t want to get eaten.”
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