cried quietly in the laundry room so David wouldn’t hear me.
When Chloe turned twenty-one, I bought her a soft leather handbag.
I imagined her carrying it to her first serious job interview.
That came back too.
At twenty-five, I sent her a cookbook.
She used to love baking.
I remembered the cookies we once made together.
Banana bread.
A crooked birthday cake we attempted for David.
That package returned unopened as well.
Eventually, I tried calling.
The phone rang.
She never answered.
I asked David to please speak to
