“You should have called sooner,” he said.

“I know.”

He did not lecture me about the years I had stayed.

He put the groceries away, took the trash out, and asked how Willa liked to be held.

For dinner, he made scrambled eggs and toast because neither of us could face anything elaborate.

When Willa began to cry, I stood too quickly.

The room tilted.

Andrew caught my elbow.