He was sitting at the kitchen island with a glass of bourbon.

“Your mother spoils her anyway.”

I made dinner.

I asked about his day.

I laughed at a joke he told about a coworker, and each laugh felt like swallowing a stone.

He kissed me goodnight, and I lay beside him in the dark for hours, listening to him breathe, and thought about how well I had known him and how little.

Two officers sat in an unmarked car at the end of our street all night.