My Housekeeper Heard Singing Behind My Guest Room Wall

because I said over text that my dog died, was in there somewhere under all the ruin. That made it uglier, not easier.

“I did love you,” she said.

I nodded once because I believed that too, and belief is useless sometimes.

“I know sorry is trash.”

“Yes,” I said.

She swallowed. “I never sang to scare anybody. He said when the house was empty I could walk continue reading …