My husband sent another woman a huge bouquet of white roses and pink peonies with a card signed “Love, Daniel,” and by one careless mistake, those flowers arrived at our house instead.

the card away and called. “Hey.”

“Can you come over tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Seven.”

“I’ll be there.” At 6:58 he rang the doorbell instead of using his key. I noticed. He brought nothing—no flowers or grand gesture—which was good. I’d have turned him away with another bouquet.

We sat opposite each other at the dining table, both nervous. I began “I’ve been thinking,” He waited while I said, “I don’t know if I can stay married to you.” then “But I also don’t know if I want to end eleven