Caroline noticed before I did.
“You’ve been just tired for a year,” my sister said after a pause. “Where is Richard tonight?”
“A work dinner.”
“Another one?”
I didn’t answer. I’d stopped counting the work dinners, the long calls Richard took in the study with the door closed, the way his phone flipped face down on every counter, and the receipts I found in his coat pockets for restaurants we’d never been to together.
