Nora Played Six Days of Recordings at Her Second Anniversary Dinner

I trimmed the hydrangea stems at the sink and watched his reflection in the dark window.

The phone lit up face down on the island.

A pale square of light spread out from under it.

Julian put his hand over the phone and turned it over.

“Work,” he said.

“At this hour?”

“You’re overthinking.”

He said it without looking at me.