“And don’t ask me to decide about the marriage yet.”

“All right.”

When I ended the call, the world looked blurry and beautiful.

I wasn’t sure whether our marriage could survive.

For once, I accepted not knowing.

PART 18

Joanna visited on a bright Saturday afternoon carrying a stack of photographs and a small tin of violet-scented hand cream.

She stood awkwardly in our hallway until I invited her to sit.