the bedroom mirror, straightening his tie. I remembered the sound of his keys hitting the small ceramic bowl beside the door. I remembered him asking whether we needed anything from the grocery store.
Had he rehearsed those moments?
Had he been pretending to be tired after spending the entire day somewhere else?
And how could someone lie so naturally to a person who knew his habits, his expressions, and the smallest changes in his voice?
I barely accomplished anything at work that day.
My colleagues asked whether I was feeling
