“Nothing,” he said, to the ground.

“Are you all packed?” I asked him.

“You and Chloe and the baby.”

“Getting there,” he said, and bent for the cooler.

I went back in and up the stairs and pulled my suitcase out from under the bed.

The tags were still on the handle from a trip to my sister’s in Duluth, and the inside smelled like the closet.

I opened it flat on the bed and stood there with the lid up.