In October, My Husband Left a Manila Envelope on Our Kitchen Table and Walked Out Into the Rain

“Since Tuesday.” Her voice went up and then broke.

“I sat at that island and told you that you were making him into a villain.

I said I’d stay at the dorm until you both quit being secretive.”

“You didn’t know.”

“That isn’t the point.” I heard her breathe in wrong, and then the sound of a chair taking her weight.

“He came by the apartment two weeks ago with a bag of groceries, and I told him I was busy.

I wasn’t busy, Mom.