I Came Home With My Husband’s Suitcase—Then an 11:14 p.m. Call Revealed Who Would Answer When I Needed Help
I asked if she was going to bed.
“Soon.”
“I’m keeping you awake.”
“You’re talking to me.
There’s a difference.”
For the first time all evening, I put something away properly.
I folded one of James’s shirts and laid it in the smaller suitcase.
I did not know where his clothes should eventually go, but they did not need to remain scattered on the floor tonight.