Our Home Security Camera Recorded What My Husband Did Before He Left for Denver

He stepped back, leaving me alone at the edge of the tall wooden counter.

I carried the clipboard to a small desk near the waiting room entrance.

I sat in one of the heavy wooden chairs and placed the metal board on my lap.

I thought about Lily clutching her stomach in the kitchen, curling into a tight ball on the tile floor.

I thought about the clear plastic container missing from the middle shelf of Daniel’s desk.

I pulled the cap off the pen.