(Lena)
Cole took Thursday off.
He hadn't asked me if that was okay. He had just told me the night before that he was clearing his schedule and that the moving truck would be there at nine and that I should eat something before we left.
I came downstairs that morning to find him already at the stove making eggs.
"Sit," he said without turning around.
"I'm not an invalid," I said.
"You're pregnant and you haven't eaten yet," he said. "Sit."
I sat.
He set a plate in front of me a few minutes later and sat across from me and we ate without saying much, the morning quiet around us, both of us aware of what the day was without needing to talk about it.
When we were done I rinsed the plates and he picked up his keys and we left.
We got to the house a little before the truck arrived. I h
