“Pastor Thomas came by the house on Thursday,” I said, blocking the door handle with my palm.

“He said you told him we had been separated in spirit for two whole years.”

Greg unlocked the car with his key fob.

The horn chirped once.

“It was the simplest explanation,” Greg said.

His voice stayed completely flat, like a man reading an entry from a phone directory.

“It spares you from answering complicated questions.”

“We took a weekend trip to the mountains in May,” I said.