He handed me the phone.
The message was short.
She had written that if he wanted the truth, he needed to check something she had left at home.
Underneath that was an address.
Our address.
My husband looked at me.
“I don’t want to leave you here alone.”
“You’re not leaving me alone.”
The nurse immediately stepped in.
“You don’t have to go anywhere tonight. If there is something at your home that concerns you, let someone else retrieve it.”
My husband nodded.
He called his sister.
She agreed to go to the house with a family friend and check what his mother had left behind.
While they were gone, I held our son.
My mother remained in the chair.
For a long time, she said nothing.
Then she stood.
“I know saying sorry isn’t enough.”
I looked at her.
“No, it isn’t.”
She nodded.
