He Thought I Would Make A Scene At Two In The Morning Until Everything Changed

along the driveway held their shape in the gray light. The bird feeder needed refilling. Mason pressed his nose against the glass door and breathed fog onto it, watching the yard with the patient optimism of a dog who believes every morning contains the possibility of a squirrel.

Tessa’s house was dark.

Her car was in the driveway.

I had not decided yet continue reading …