After dinner, Chloe went to the bathroom. When she came out, the podcast had been replaced by Kind of Blue. Her blue mug was in the dishwasher. The garlic bread had been scraped into the trash.
She drove past the house one last time. The lake was flat as glass. Through the window, she saw Martin on his knees in the living room, carefully packing Elise’s records into a cardboard box. Not angrily. Lovingly. The way you handle something already broken. -ENG- Until Chloe- the New Wife- Falls Uncensored
“How was work, honey?”