“I’ll choose what to wear.”

He looked up at last.

“What?”

“I said I’ll choose.”

For perhaps the first time in years, a tiny domestic boundary surprised him.

He said nothing, but his expression changed as he returned to his phone.

Later, when he was asleep, I sat on the edge of Grace’s bed.

She had left her cardboard planets on the dresser, with Saturn restored to its proper place.