remember feeling embarrassed, although I had done nothing wrong.
I ate alone.
At ten, I sent him a message asking whether everything was all right.
He replied with a thumbs-up.
At midnight, I called.
He didn’t answer.
At two in the morning, I was sitting on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders, watching headlights move across the living room wall.
I didn’t sleep.
At 6:30 a.m., I finally heard the garage door.
Daniel entered the house carrying his jacket.
He looked surprised to find me awake.
