The Receipt in the Gray Jacket
She didn’t answer.
“How long.”
“Since July,” Chloe said.
Eight months.
Marcus put both hands over his face.
It came out over the next forty minutes, in pieces, mostly from her, because Luca said almost nothing and what he did say was in the passive voice.
It had started with texting, in a family group thread, that had moved to a private one in June.
Then lunches.