He stood on my porch as Noah and Lily hurried inside toward Mother.
“You still have that house decorated like a department store?” I asked.
It was my first joke with him in years.
He almost smiled.
“I sold the apartment.”
I hadn’t known.
“Oh.”
“Last month.”
“Why?”
He glanced into my hallway.
A crooked paper snowflake Lily had made at preschool hung beside the stairs.
“It never felt right after you left.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Cole pushed his hands into his pockets.
“I found your note
