The Running Call

and the un-breaking

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I saw him at the end of the aisle as I was passing by the other end of the aisle, at the grocery store. I felt my heart skip and my feet stop at the same time, and I let out a gasp.

It was only Hunter, my ex-husband.

His head, crowned by those magnificent black curls I had often run my hand through and oiled with care, was bowed down examining what…