“I realized how hard things have been for you, sweetie.

Let me make it up to you.” He said it easily, like a line he had practiced in the car.

I turned my silver wedding band around my thumb.

The steak smelled good.

That was the trouble.

It smelled like an ordinary Friday.

Julian opened the wine and poured two glasses before he had even taken off his coat.

He asked about Maya’s feeding schedule.