When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

I smiled.

“I missed you too.”

We ordered coffee and sat near the window. Sunlight spilled across the table between us. Lydia talked about a show she had started watching, a coworker she disliked, a Pilates class she wanted us to try together.

Together.

The word sounded obscene.

Her face looked thinner than usual, her skin paler. Every few minutes, her hand continue reading …