Too quickly.
“Hey, babe,” he said, breathy, like he had jogged up a flight of stairs. He used that tone whenever he wanted to sound indispensable. Busy. Needed. “I’m in the middle of something. Wrapping it up. Love you. See you soon.”
I smiled without thinking. That voice had once meant ambition. Stability. A man working hard for our future.
“Love you continue reading …
