Joanne Brennan — The Husband Who Thought He Could Come Home

PART 7: The Story He Told Himself

He drove away twenty minutes later, after Trevor helped load the golf clubs and Patty reminded him that his tire was low.

The yellow house became quiet again.

Denise left her card on the porch table.

Patty brought in the cinnamon rolls and stood beside me in the kitchen while Trevor filled the kettle.

“I expected him to be angry,” I said.

“I didn’t expect him to look so lost.”