suitcase and the few things left in the guest room: my novel, yoga clothes I hadn’t worn, and a pair of slippers Lucy liked to borrow when her feet were cold.
I didn’t rehearse a speech to Daniel. I knew what I’d say if he asked why I’d left; I’d already said most of it at their dinner table and again when we discussed the nanny listing. Repeating it more beautifully wasn’t going to turn an unasked weekend assignment into a favor I’d accepted.
. At home I set my bag
