“What on earth did you do to the apartment, Paige?” That was his first sentence to me.

Not how is Hazel.

Not is she okay.

What did you do to the apartment.

“Is that really what you’re asking me right now?” I said, and my voice came out cool and even, almost gentle.

“Where is all our stuff?” he shouted, ignoring the question.

“You can’t just empty out the entire home because we had one difficult night!”

“You haven’t asked about Hazel a single time since you called your mother,” I said, watching his face on the little screen.