I Came Home From Work to Find Six of My Husband’s Relatives Waiting for Dinner

sorry I wasn’t better.”

I looked at him and thought, genuinely: me too.

The weeks after that had a strange quality. Sad and quiet, and underneath the sadness, something that kept presenting itself when I wasn’t guarding against it. Relief. It arrived in the mornings first. I would wake and the apartment would be still, and the light would come through continue reading …