Suddenly every ordinary hour together was being weighed for motive.

That evening I went next door and sat in his kitchen.

A box of peppermint candies remained on the shelf, though I had stopped eating them.

I opened the journal at random and found an entry about one snowy Sunday when I had been late because our car wouldn’t start.

Julian came in covered with slush and apologized before he took off his coat.

Imagine that.