started forgetting whether she had eaten.
He knew her hands shook so badly that she could no longer hold a coffee mug without both palms wrapped around it.
Still, he left.
Now he wanted me to believe he was trapped in a conference room while the ocean moved behind him.
I did not accuse him.
I did not ask who the woman was.
I stood in the living room with one hand wrapped around my phone and stared at the urn above the fireplace.
The funeral home had offered me
