And then she smoothed it over, instantly, with a bright, warm, entirely rehearsed smile.

“Caleb!” she said, setting the little bag on the counter.

“What are you doing home so early?

I just ran out to grab some milk for the kids’ breakfast tomorrow.

You should have called, I’d have picked up dinner.”

I did not stand up.

I did not raise my voice.

I had spent fifteen years learning that the calmest presence in a tense situation is the one in control of it, and I was, at that moment, very, very calm.