When My Key Wouldn’t Fit the Lock, I Knew Something Had Changed

and said I was managing.

That tiny silence, that one swallowed sentence, saved everything. I didn’t know it yet.

February arrived quiet and uneventful in the way that things are quiet and uneventful just before. Mike went to work. I went to work. We occupied the same house like two strangers sharing an elevator, careful not to touch. I drove to Wichita continue reading …