He’d already planned to sell it while we were drinking coffee in his kitchen.”

Luke looked away from me.

He watched a county dump truck roll by on the highway, its bed loaded with fresh gravel.

“I have to get back to work,” Luke said.

He turned around and walked back into the noisy garage.

I drove home alone while Luke finished his shift.

I walked into our empty house and set my purse on the kitchen counter.

I took a sharp knife from the wooden block and started slicing carrots for dinner.