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

The painting back on the wall where I had rehung it.

“It looks like you,” he said.

“It does now,” I said.

He nodded once. The nod of a practical man who understands that some statements require no elaboration.

It has been four months since Marcus moved out. Long enough for the new shape of things to feel like mine rather than a temporary arrangement I continue reading …