When I asked him, he simply said, “College things.”
I let it go. I always let it go.
He slipped a hand folder of paper from the table.
Mark had noticed that she had seemed exhausted at work lately.
I once told him, while we were drinking coffee in my kitchen, that I was on the verge of a collapse. I didn’t know how much longer people could continue to operate at 2 a.m.
Lily was in her room that afternoon, close enough to hear.
I haven't thought about it since.
He seemed exhausted at work.
Lily was in the middle of a circle of friends we had invited, laughing at something Rachel had said, her hair reflecting the afternoon light. She was near the grill, flipping burgers, and for a second I just watched her.
My son was growing up fast.
I heard a knock on the front door. I left the spatula and entered the house, hoping to find a late guest or a delivery man. When I opened the door, the balcony was empty.
