Joanne Brennan — The Husband Who Thought He Could Come Home

And the number for the nonemergency line if you’d like it.”

For a long moment I thought he might call simply to prove he could.

Instead he looked at Trevor.

“Can I at least take a shower?”

“No,” Trevor said gently.

“I can help you find a hotel.”

Roger’s shoulders drooped.

It was an ordinary defeat, almost too small for the scale of the harm he had caused.