He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

his mistakes in real time.

— Look, I may have acted hastily.

— Hastily? — I repeated, eyebrows raising. — You called my vacation laziness. Insulted me. Then terminated me mid-sentence. That’s not hasty, Graham. That’s habitual.

He stopped pacing. For the first time since he arrived, he really looked at me, as though realizing I wasn’t the same woman he continue reading …