“Everything okay?”
“I dropped something,” I said.
My voice came out steadier than I deserved.
He looked at Ava again.
Something passed across his face — not concern.
Something harder than that.
“You’ve been crying,” he said to her.
“Anniversary,” Ava said quietly.
“I always get like this.”
A beat.
Then Daniel nodded, slid his phone into his pocket, and walked back toward the door.
“I’ll be home by six,” he said.
He didn’t kiss me goodbye.
He hadn’t in years, but I only noticed it in that moment.
The truck backed out of the driveway.
We listened until the engine sound disappeared completely.
Then Ava’s knees buckled and she sat down hard on the kitchen chair.
“He saw me,” she said.
“He knows something’s wrong.”
