would bring me to this point.
But I couldn’t return to pretending everything was normal.
I drove slowly through our neighborhood, keeping enough distance between us that he wouldn’t notice my car.
For the first fifteen minutes, he followed his usual route.
He passed the pharmacy, turned at the traffic light, and drove through the business district.
I began wondering whether I had made a terrible mistake.
Maybe he was returning to work after his leave.
Maybe the receptionist had misunderstood something.
Maybe there was an explanation I hadn’t considered.
