When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

when a door closes.

That would be too merciful.

Love leaves echoes. Habits. Ghosts in ordinary rooms.

When I returned home that afternoon with my father, Robert, and two locksmiths, I stood in the foyer and felt the weight of every memory. Mark carrying me over the threshold after our honeymoon. Mark hanging Christmas garland along the staircase. Mark continue reading …