He led Greg to the office and closed the door.

I carried the clean plates to the sink.

I washed them as laughter drifted down the hallway.

When I noticed that I was scrubbing the same surface again, I turned off the water.

I did not know whether Greg understood what he had witnessed.

I did know that I could not keep presenting our life as a pleasant dinner waiting to happen.

The next morning, I went to the legal clinic I had bookmarked.