I Came Home With My Husband’s Suitcase—Then an 11:14 p.m. Call Revealed Who Would Answer When I Needed Help
That answer might have been true.
It did not make it less painful.
Dad asked whether I had eaten.
I told him not much.
He told me to have toast, and I said I would, although I had no intention of making it.
The call ended with two people discussing bread because neither had found a way to discuss the empty chair.
At 10:10, I went downstairs again.
There was still no alarm or noticeable odor.