“Look at yourself, Nora.

You’re losing your grip over simple household bills.”

He took his coffee and left the lid on the table.

The barista called the next order.

I folded the receipt he had left behind and put it in my coat pocket with the others.

Maya made a small sound, and I rocked the stroller with one foot.

At noon I drove to Lake Street with his charger on the passenger seat.

Maya slept in the carrier against my chest, and I told myself it would take two minutes.