I had been buying Arthur’s bread and coffee so long that my hands remembered the routine before my mind did.

The realization came slowly.

I put my phone down, then picked it up again.

Elise found me standing in the kitchen with my coat on.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

She made coffee and sat with me until nine.

Through the window I could see Arthur’s oak tree moving in the wind.