MY HUSBAND LEFT OUR BED EVERY NIGHT—THEN I FOUND MY MOTHER’S LIPSTICK ON MY PILLOW AND HIS NAME SAVED IN HER PHONE WITH A HEART
“I have choir rehearsal at church,” I told Daniel, though I had not sung in months. He looked up from his phone. “All right. Be safe.” No offer to drive me. No question. No interest. I picked up my bag and stepped outside, then waited behind the gate, hidden by the tall hibiscus hedge…
