“I’m not saying you’re stressed in a bad way. I’m just saying, don’t spiral over silverware.”
I hung up before I said something I’d regret.
That night, I watched him tuck Alex in. He stayed longer than usual. I heard the low murmur of his voice through the door, then a small giggle, then quiet.
When Brandon came out, he was smiling
“He’s out cold.”
“What were you two talking about?”
“Nothing. Boy stuff.”
I searched his face. He kissed my forehead and headed to the shower like nothing in the world was wrong.
The next morning, he announced the trip.
“Warehouse thing. Two days. They’re paying overtime rates just to show up.”
“Since when do you travel for work?”
“Since they asked. It’s good money, Cece. I couldn’t say no.”
He packed a duffel bag while I stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching him fold shirts I’d washed a hundred times. Something about the way he wouldn’t quite look at me made my chest tighten.
