My heart finally calmed, as if my soul had returned to my body. A small laugh escaped me under my breath, scolding myself for being so anxious. I set the keys back in their place and went straight to the kitchen to prepare everything for dinner.
I wanted to eat with her. I wanted us to talk.
Lately, we hadn’t been talking much. She had been quite restless all week after returning to teaching, and I could understand that she was tired, but I wanted to spend time with my wife—my partner.
A little while later, I heard the truck park in front of the house instead of pulling into the garage. The engine shut off, and nothing happened for several minutes. I stopped making noise in the kitchen, sharpening my hearing.
The car door slammed shut shortly afterward—a rather harsh slam.
But I didn’
