When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

On the screen, people laughed and chased each other through some romantic comedy I could not follow.

Mark kissed my temple.

I stared straight ahead.

At midnight, he fell asleep.

At 1:18 a.m., I got out of bed.

I moved carefully, slowly, barefoot across the hardwood floor. Mark slept on his back, one arm flung over his face, breathing heavily. I stood beside continue reading …