My phone, face down on the coffee table now, lit and buzzed and lit and buzzed.

I let it.

I read my book, and I drank my wine, and I waited, because I knew Derek was coming, and I knew roughly what he would be when he arrived, and I had decided that I was going to meet it sitting down, with a glass in my hand, in my own living room, as a woman at rest in her own house, and not as a defendant.

For two years I had met that family standing up and leaning forward and eager to please.