Every answer required me to replace something he had agreed to be with something I would have to arrange.

On the morning he left, he kissed the top of my head and said we should not spend the last hour fighting.

I let him hold my hand for a moment.

Then I told him to send pictures.

It was the smallest version of the request I had started with.

After the front door closed, I remained on the couch listening to the ordinary sounds of the house.

The refrigerator.