James had said he would fix that when we returned.

PART 2 — The Receipt in His Shirt Pocket

The house was quiet enough that I could hear the suitcase wheels catch on the kitchen threshold.

Hassan set the larger bag beside the counter.

I carried the smaller one past him and stopped near the chair where James used to leave his work jacket.

His mug stood beside the sink.

His glasses lay folded next to it.

We had been in a hurry the morning we left.