I Spent Nearly Two Weeks Recovering From Surgery and My Husband Never Visited Once—Then I Came Home and Froze at the Front Door

Or any of the thirteen days that followed.

By discharge, I had convinced myself that whatever waited behind our front door would be the end of my marriage.

Then I unlocked it.

And froze.

PART 2 — YELLOW

The floral wallpaper was gone.

For twelve years, I had threatened to remove that wallpaper.

Tiny faded roses climbing beige stripes.

Gavin called it:

“historic.”