When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

wedding ring. The practiced concern.
“Right,” I said. “Stress doesn’t help.”
He left for work twenty minutes later.
I waited until his car disappeared down the street before I drove to my father’s office in Uptown.
Whitaker Construction occupied the top two floors of a glass building overlooking the city. As a little girl, I used to love visiting Dad there continue reading …