She looked upset.
“You’re acting strange.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. You barely slept, and now you’re leaving without me.”
“I thought you wanted to stay.”
“I want to be with my husband.”
The words almost made me laugh.
Instead, I opened the car door.
“Then we should probably talk about what that means.”
Her expression changed.
“What does that mean?”
“Think about it.”
I got into the car.
She stood in the driveway watching me.
For one foolish second, I hoped she would tell me the truth.
She didn’t.
I drove away.
On the road home, my phone rang.
Molly.
I didn’t answer.
It rang again.
Kai.
I laughed once, without humor.
Of course.
My brother could never stand being ignored.
I turned off the radio and drove in silence.
When I arrived home, I sat in the driveway for almost twenty minutes.
Then I went inside, made coffee, and stared at the two mugs beside the sink.
