I Came Home With My Husband’s Suitcase—Then an 11:14 p.m. Call Revealed Who Would Answer When I Needed Help

“You can keep that.”

“I’m going to.”

I folded it once.

The lid would not close.

I folded it again and turned it sideways beside the glasses.

It fit.

On the underside of the box, James’s initials were faintly carved into the wood.

J.B.