started making that weird noise again.”
Greg instantly sat straighter.
“What noise?”
I turned toward the window so no one would see me smile.
That night, Greg picked up his pillow.
I watched him head toward the guest room.
“Where are you going?”
“Susan needs another feeding in a couple of hours. I don’t want to wake you.”
There it was again.
The same habit.
The same mistake.
“Greg.”
He stopped.
“Ask me.”
He stared at me.
Then he tried again.
“Would you mind if I kept the kittens’ setup
