he moved home. We weren’t healed. The name Laura on television still tightened my stomach. Once I passed Willow & Pine and pulled over, struggling to breathe. Another day his casual excitement about the weekend sent me out of the room.
He followed, then paused at the doorway instead of approaching without asking. He said, “Do you want me here?” I nodded. He sat beside me without speaking. Eventually I asked, “Do you know what’s terrible?” He replied, “What?”
“I used to love Fridays.” He looked at me and apologized: “
