schedule.”
I thanked her and walked out before my face could do something I couldn’t explain.
***
I sat in my car with Eliam’s coffee cooling in the cup holder.
A week.
“I MUST’VE MIXED UP HIS SCHEDULE.”
Every morning for a week, my husband had gotten dressed for work.
He’d packed his laptop.
Kissed me goodbye.
Left at the normal time.
He’d complained about meetings.
EVERY MORNING FOR A WEEK, MY HUSBAND HAD GOTTEN DRESSED FOR WORK.
On Tuesday he’d come home and said somebody had kept talking through lunch.
Yesterday he’d said traffic from the office was terrible.
I picked up my phone.
My first impulse was to call.
Then I stopped.
MY FIRST IMPULSE WAS TO CALL.
If Eliam had been lying every day for a week, why would one question suddenly make him truthful?
So I sent a text.
“You forgot your medication.”
His reply came less