When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

second, my body remembered fear.

I looked at the screen.

Dad.

I answered.

“Hey,” I said.

“Just checking on you,” he replied. “Everything okay?”

I looked around my kitchen.

The clean counters. The warm lights. The tulips in a vase by the window because I had decided to love them again.

“Yes,” I said. “Everything is okay.”

And for the first time in a long time,continue reading …