“People keep looking at my clothes instead of listening to what I’m saying.”
Heat rushed into my face.
“I’m sorry.”
“I came back for one reason.”
He met my eyes.
“It’s time for Grant to stop lying.”
My heart began pounding.
“Lying about what?”
“You’ll find out when he comes home.”
There was no anger in his voice anymore.
Only certainty.
I wanted to ask a thousand questions.
Where had he lived?
Was he safe?
Was he happy?
Had he ever thought about me?
Had he ever missed me?
But I was terrified that if I asked the wrong question, he might disappear again.
So we waited.
Then the front door opened.
Grant Came Home
Grant walked inside carrying a paper bag from the bakery.
He stopped the instant he saw Eli.
For the first time in our marriage, I saw genuine fear on my husband’s face.
