When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

a.m.

Her eyes were swollen before I opened the door.

“Audrey,” she said, and burst into tears.

I stepped aside.

She walked into my living room like she still belonged there.

That made me angrier than the crying.

She sat on the sofa where she had sat a hundred times before, drinking wine, watching movies, gossiping, pretending she loved me. Her hands rested continue reading …