Edward read the note at the kitchen table.
This time, he didn’t fold it into his pocket.
He placed it carefully inside his wallet, in the compartment where he kept the things he never wanted to be without.
Then he stood.
“I’ll be home by six.”
I looked at him.
“I know.”
He kissed me.
And walked out the door.
He was wearing the navy suit.
This time, I knew why.
