The Night He Told Me to Leave, He Forgot Whose Name Was on Everything

home hub that I’d installed and programmed myself. It wasn’t a permanent fixture in the way he understood such things. It was a modular window treatment system—completely removable.

I looked at the Venetian glass sconces on the wall—limited edition hand-blown pieces worth four thousand dollars per pair. They weren’t hard-wired into the electrical system continue reading …