without an interrogation or a lecture. An hour later, Dad carried out the final box. Mom discovered me studying the hollow on Aaron’s side of our bed.
“You can change your mind,” my mother said softly.
“About the divorce?”
“About anything.”
“You can leave tonight and still decide later that you want to try again. Or you can leave tonight and never come back. Leaving the house doesn’t trap you into one future.”
Tears filled my eyes again.
“I don’t think I want to come back.”
“Then don’t.”
I remembered
