I Opened The Security Log Before They Could Get Their Story Straight

calling up the stairs, “You okay?”

Like I was the one who’d had an off day.

“I’m resting,” I answered.

My voice came out almost normal. That scared me. I sounded like me. Regular me. Grocery-list me. The version of me who still thought my husband worked too much but loved me hard.

He said, “Do you want toast or something?”

Toast.

I almost laughed.

I thought continue reading …