wife might find out?”
Grant did not answer.
That evening, he came home twenty minutes late.
I was chopping vegetables when he entered the kitchen.
“Long day?” I asked.
“You have no idea,” he said.
He placed his phone face down on the counter.
Grant normally left it wherever he happened to put it. That night, he carried it from room to room.
During dinner, he barely touched his food.
“Are you feeling okay?” I asked.
“Just tired.”
“You slept all night.”
“I said I’m tired, Rachel.”
The sharpness in
