His voicemail answered after four rings.

I hung up without a message because I could not decide which question to put first.

Were we still engaged?

Was he moving out?

Had he already canceled something while I waited to understand him?

I went upstairs and folded the boys’ clothes instead.

Caleb had left a sock under his pillow.

Dylan had lined three cars along the dresser, and I moved them into a straighter row.