garden, a neighbor’s new dog, Dad’s aching shoulder, the church fundraiser, a broken kitchen faucet.
She had never mentioned sleeping behind the laundry shed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Mom twisted her wedding ring.
“Because we thought we could fix it.”
“What exactly needed fixing?”
Dad sat on the other bed and placed the rusty key on his knee.
“It started last year.”
Derek had lost his job at the regional construction supplier. I knew that part. He had told me the company was restructuring.
What I had not known
