At fifty-five I got a ticket to Greece from a man I met online but I wasn’t the one who showed up
At 55, I flew to Greece to meet the man I had fallen in love with online. But when I knocked on his door, someone was already there—using my name and living my story. All my life, I had been building a fortress. Brick by brick. No towers. No knights. Just a microwave that beeped … Read more