Wife on Paper

t just from his tone, but the way he looked at me now. I opened my mou

the screen,

he stepped awa

o me, his voice low and urgent

round the corner, I caught one w

nam

something to me, but he said nothing and walked aw

vening, he d

t your chest. The kind where even the humming of the tires against the road feels too loud. I sat still, hands clasped on my la

g to hurt such a

g to tell my p

when I first thought about

s tight, eyes locked on the road, u

e low, breaking the silence li

hing, just nodded

t the family house

s

d. "This

nda

and pulled out a sleek black credit card, offeri

othes. Makeup. Whatever ma

like it was burning a

y head. "I'm n

ightly. "Darlene,

I don't need a card

tracted it and slipped the card back

had never happened, he asked,

ated. "

ring wheel. "We don't have

said, bare

asn't heavy. Just tired. Like both of us were sinking into our ow

y house. He didn't park

said quietly, hand alre

once. "Get

efore I could turn back, the car rolled forward and disappeared down

voice broke the