He sat down next to me, keeping some distance between us.
“Thank you for arranging the move,” I said. “But I’m still sorry you let me count down to something you don’t think will happen.”
He nodded, not pressing me to forgive him anything.
Over the next two weeks, we got used to the changed morning schedules and picking up the kids from preschool.
When Diane asked about the possibility of visiting her on Sunday, Mark consulted with me before agreeing.
We decided to invite her to lunch.
One evening Noah had sticky hands after art class.
I turned off the burner, left the soup on the stove, and took him to wash his hands.
When we returned, Mark had already served three bowls.
He placed mine in front of me.
I took a spoon and started eating.
For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel the need to check the pot.
