When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

what I did. I cooked when he was stressed. I made the house quiet when he was tired. I softened the edges of his life because I thought that was what love looked like after nine years together.

My phone buzzed beside the sink.

Mark.

I smiled before I answered. That is another thing I hate remembering.

“Hey, honey,” I said, tucking the phone between my continue reading …