Evan told her she could call when she was ready to talk like an adult.
I didn’t apologize at all. For protecting our home? Never.
That evening Evan stood in the hallway, staring at the empty hook where her key used to hang.
“Think she’ll ever forgive us?”
I shrugged.
She didn’t get a quick apology.
“For what? Not getting divorced?”
He laughed. A real one. The first in days.
“Fair point.”
“Besides,” I said, “if she wants to know what’s going on in our marriage, she can try something revolutionary.”
“What’s that?”
“Asking us.”
“For what? Not getting divorced?”
The next morning, a new letter came from the insurance company.
Same envelope.
This time, the bottom stayed on.
I opened it myself.
This time, the bottom stayed on.
Nobody had read it first. Best piece of mail I’ve ever received.
