It was my body knowing what my mind kept filing in the closed drawer.

And now the door was open and the cold clean air was pouring in and my lungs were filling for the first time since I’d said I do, and there was my answer, plain as weather.

“Liesel, wait!” Casper called, stepping out onto the porch after me.

“We can talk about this.

You don’t even have a car here — where are you going to go?”

I held up my phone.