the table, walked into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.
“Can we talk?” I asked.
He glanced over his shoulder.
“Of course. What’s wrong?”
I took a deep breath.
“Where have you been going every morning this week?”
He stopped moving.
It was a small reaction, barely a second long, but I saw it.
His hand remained on the refrigerator door.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean your office told me you’ve been on leave for a week.”
His face changed.
He slowly closed the refrigerator.
“You went to my
