The second time, I nearly hung up before she answered.

Laura and I had once talked every Sunday morning.

After I married Spencer, those calls became shorter.

He always seemed to need me for something at the same time, or he would stand in the kitchen making pointed remarks about how often my sister interfered.

Eventually, I began telling Laura everything was fine because explaining the truth felt too complicated.

As I waited for her to arrive, I remembered the last argument we’d had.