and read it again.
This time, I wasn’t sitting on the floor.
You were the medium-density weatherstripping. The right fit. I knew from the hardware store.
I smiled.
Maybe I had known too.
Not because of the weatherstripping itself.
But because of how seriously David had considered my question.
Because when I said my door opened onto a shared hallway, he didn’t dismiss the detail.
He thought about it.
He wanted the answer to fit the actual problem.
That was David.
He had spent our entire marriage doing exactly that.
