Karen came over while Marcus was there.
She sat with David and watched an old movie.
I went into the kitchen.
I picked up a novel I had barely touched in four months.
And I read for two uninterrupted hours.
That night, we ate dinner together.
David told old stories about the house.
Karen had heard them all before.
She listened as though they were new.
Afterward, I returned to the bedroom and opened the nightstand drawer.
The watch was still there.
So was the letter.
I pulled it out
